[He should care. He should care about what she calls him. His reply left her frowning. He seemed to care about what her identity was for her, which... he stressed very hard when they first gathered together. But he doesn't care what she calls him.]
[Jerk, she thinks. She should call him a god damn bastard jerk.]
[No. She just frowned, taking another sip of wine and watching him. Not Ward then.] Fine. Which ever gets your attention I suppose.
[then she raised a brow. Looking him over.] Wounded?
[she had her own bandage wrapped around her upper arm and shoulder. The bottom of the bandage barely visible.]
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[Jerk, she thinks. She should call him a god damn bastard jerk.]
[No. She just frowned, taking another sip of wine and watching him. Not Ward then.] Fine. Which ever gets your attention I suppose.
[then she raised a brow. Looking him over.] Wounded?
[she had her own bandage wrapped around her upper arm and shoulder. The bottom of the bandage barely visible.]