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[compelledtoprotect]

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[compelledtoprotect]

I will. I promise. I'm so sorry to make you wait.

[stupetballs]

Eh, it's not like we're going anywhere. And Barbas isn't giving us plenty of other stuff to keep us busy.

[compelledtoprotect]

Still. I shouldn't be making you wait on a promise. I'm sorry for that.

[stupetballs]

All good. No harm done. Take care of yourself, okay?

[compelledtoprotect]

You too. Please. And if you need something, tell me? I swear I'll be there.

[stupetballs]

I will. Don't worry.

[Which she knows some people can't help but do, but she's going to say it anyway.]

[compelledtoprotect]

I'll try, I promise.


[He would try, but it wouldn't work very well. Steve was just wired to worry.]

[stupetballs]

Good. See you around.

[And whenever he's feeling open to it, there's a barstool at Hella Shorty's with his name on it.]

[compelledtoprotect]

You will. I promise.