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[sparkwhisperer]

[It wasn't a joke, Luke.]

We will see.

[Tarn swallows his pride, avoiding eye contact. He's not good at this feeling thing that's happening.]

Thank you. For not leaving me behind in the Ingress back on Amississ-Re.

[t65]

[Luke's voice is gentle, to contrast.] Of course, Tarn. I'd do it again. You can always call on me if you need anything.

[Uh, Luke. Luke.]

...That doesn't involve killing people.

[sparkwhisperer]

[The mask provides an excellent poker-face as silence stretches for several long minutes from Tarn's end of the MID.

This is becoming far too chummy for his tastes.]

I don't think that will be necessary

[t65]

[Too chummy is never enough.]

Good, I'm glad you're not planning on killing anyone.

[sparkwhisperer]

Let me rephrase that for you.

You're assistance is not required. I am fully capable of taking care of myself and my interests without your meddling.

[He'll kill as many people as he goddamn pleases.]

[t65]

[Luke's grin is only slightly shit-eating.] Alright, then if you want my help.

[sparkwhisperer]

Which I don't. [Tarn snaps the response, eager to ruin the uncomfortably friendly air of the conversation.]

I thanked you for your previous assistance, as is customary, but I don't believe we have much more to discuss.

[He's trying real hard to back-peddle out of this weird friendship.]

[t65]

[He shrugs, and then winces. Thanks for those broken ribs, bro.] If you think so. I'll speak with you next time. [He waves.]