"My gi-- No. No, no, it ain't like that. We're friends." There is the slightest trace of too much denial in his voice, but it's the type that sounds like lies he's been telling himself more than anything. "She's one of my best friends. Martian, too, like me. Tall, dark hair, tough as nails and ready to rearrange your face just if you call her darlin' one more time."
That memory was actually a fond one, now. But she'd been deadly serious when she said it.
"That sound like her?"
There was a stupidly high note of hope in his voice.
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And then turn bright red.
"My gi-- No. No, no, it ain't like that. We're friends." There is the slightest trace of too much denial in his voice, but it's the type that sounds like lies he's been telling himself more than anything. "She's one of my best friends. Martian, too, like me. Tall, dark hair, tough as nails and ready to rearrange your face just if you call her darlin' one more time."
That memory was actually a fond one, now. But she'd been deadly serious when she said it.
"That sound like her?"
There was a stupidly high note of hope in his voice.