[ Her free hand comes up to affectionately rest on the back of his neck, fingers curling against the fibers of his hair as she allows herself a brief moment of reunion. There's still business to take care of -- namely, getting Her the fuck out of there and to the medical ward back in the 'dome -- but Gipsy is letting them both have this before they do anything else. ]
Couldn't not come.
[ Her tone is still light, but there's ice and fury undertones. Gipsy is pissed.
Eventually, she pulls away from him, gun still trained on the small group of cowering traitors, her eyes fixed on Hercules. ]
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Couldn't not come.
[ Her tone is still light, but there's ice and fury undertones. Gipsy is pissed.
Eventually, she pulls away from him, gun still trained on the small group of cowering traitors, her eyes fixed on Hercules. ]
Can you stand, sweetheart?
[ She gets it honest. ]