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Kiss her?

[ Maybe this look she gives him will make him doubt himself. ]

[ He does doubt himself. Enough that he frowns at her, then gets out his comm instead. ]

Nevermind, I'll just ask her myself.

[ Damn, why does Miles always have to be such a persistent little shit. ]

Not while you're drunk, thank you. She won't appreciate that.

Too late for that.

[ He clicks send on a message and settles back to wait. ]

Miles.

[ Damn, she wanted to warn Tex first. ]

I'm going to find out, Mother. One way or another.

[ The conversation with Tex is rapid-fire; he can type alarmingly fast when he doesn't care about punctuation or spelling. From the way he's frowning, it seem like he's not getting the information he wants. ]

There's nothing to find out.

[ She leans over to make a grab for his comm. ]

[ He jolts it out of her reach - though she can see that he's also sent a text to Aral now. ]

-- No, I'm not done yet.

[ God, she wishes she had that link to warn him too. ]

Miles, you're acting childish. And drunk.

Pick one. Can't be both.

You're brilliant at multitasking, what can I say.

[ She makes for another grab. ]

[ This time she gets enough of a grip on it to grab his hand and the phone - but Miles holds on tenaciously, trying to wrest it back completely. ]

Now who's - childish --

No, I'm just dealing with a child. Grounding is coming next, kiddo.

Can't ground me. Too old, and good luck enforcing it.

[ That gives him a bad idea, in fact. He tries to wrench the damn thing away one more time. ]

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I'll get Allison to enforce it, and she'd happily agree at the rate you're going here.

[ That, at least, gets him to stop struggling quite so wildly. ]

Allison?

Yes, Allison, your armswoman. I didn't think you were that drunk yet.

[ She keeps trying to yoink it from him. ]

Did I tell you her name? I don't think I told you her name.

[ Except he's definitely used it in front of them before. He puts his whole weight into grabbing for the comm this time - and promptly falls out of his chair and onto the floor. ]

You introduced us.

[ —And down he goes. Her exasperation is briefly cut by that paranoid maternal instinct of hers with his fragile bones, but she manages it with a cool: ] You all right down there?

[ He groans faintly, but it's all melodrama. There'd been no telltale crack of bone or stab of pain. Perfectly unharmed. ]

You're breaking my heart now.