Getting Started

After a long, quiet drive, Fox spoke up. “…Mister T?”

Josh sighed, and put a hand to his forehead, leaning back in the seat. “I was kidding, I’m sorry. Quite frankly, she intimidates me a bit, and that’s how I deal with situations where I’m uncomfortable, I make jokes. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to belittle you. We’re a few dozen miles out, says the navigation.”

“I know, that screen is drawing directly from my brain, in a sense… I’m sorry, Josh, I never really considered how this was going to effect you. That first fight, I wasn’t careful as I should have been. I didn’t think about the fact that you were inside me, I just went into action.” the automech replied.

“It’s okay, Fox. I’d rather actually know what was going on, rather than live my life in ignorance. I know it’s probably easier for me to say that now when we’re not being shot at, but you’ve always doubted yourself and this time you don’t have to. Okay, let’s do this.” he said, his hand instinctively gripping the shifter as if holding her hand.

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