[Probably for being French. Engie takes the hint from the look on Spy's face - moreso when he looks away from him. He should probably excuse himself soon, before this gets too weird.]
No kiddin'. I'd call her "Better Medic," if she didn't have a name already.
[HA... ha. Ha.
He should go.]
Well, uh. Pretty sure you're still sane. And I'm guessin' those eyes ain't gonna kill you, for now.
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No kiddin'. I'd call her "Better Medic," if she didn't have a name already.
[HA... ha. Ha.
He should go.]
Well, uh. Pretty sure you're still sane. And I'm guessin' those eyes ain't gonna kill you, for now.
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But yeah. Get Engie out of here before things get worse. Spy clears his throat and nods, moving towards the door again.]
Yes. That seems to be the case. Although if I feel as though I'm dying, I'll be sure to let you know.
[Spy actually rubs the back of his neck for a moment, contemplating for just a moment.]
Thank you. I apologize if I woke you up, but I appreciate you coming.
we can end it here if you want
[Like Spy's not already guiding him out the door. He follows, and stops as Spy speaks again.
... Ah, dammit. He nods.]
Don't worry about it. Like I said, we oughta look after each other out here.
[Which is true. He really does mean that. He flashes Spy a small, genuine grin as he heads out the door.
... And tries not to think about this for at least a couple days.]
alrighty
[Spy closes the door behind Engie and... well, he has some soul-searching to do.
...After a carton of cigarettes and a few glasses of Lunatian booze.]