[ Mako stiffens, momentarily distracted by her immediate concern for his current state -- you're not going to stop her from mothering him, you stupid, reckless man. You might be the VP of the club, but right here, she's the boss of you. ]
Are you sure you should be doing that? [ She's careful not to lean back into him, but her hands come to rest over his, welcoming the weight of his arms around her anyway; the heat of him. ] Your ribs --
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Are you sure you should be doing that? [ She's careful not to lean back into him, but her hands come to rest over his, welcoming the weight of his arms around her anyway; the heat of him. ] Your ribs --