[Okay the nose wrinkle is cute. A little smirk quirks up at the corner of his lips and he pulls his hand away.]
Guess it could've been.
[Tucker takes a slow breath and thinks about that. There really is a lot they don't know much about each other. So. Maybe some quid pro quo? He shifts, resettles against him, the starburst scar against his side visible.]
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Guess it could've been.
[Tucker takes a slow breath and thinks about that. There really is a lot they don't know much about each other. So. Maybe some quid pro quo? He shifts, resettles against him, the starburst scar against his side visible.]
...I got hit with a rocket launcher.