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[tradecrafted]

[ the feed opens up with what looks like the aisle in a store, devoted to a section of what looks like anxiety/fidget toys. there's a pause, and a hand reaches into the feed, picking up a familiar cube for some, turning it as the owner of the hand clearly examines it dubiously. ]

Someone suggested I pick one of these up-- [ for anxiety, though cassian doesn't offer that information. it's probably implied anyway. ] --but it seems a little silly to me. Has anyone else used.. things like this?

[ it's nothing he couldn't ask privately of people, or research, but well.. attempts at normalcy are being made. ]

We don't have these where I'm from. [ a beat. ] Well.. perhaps they existed before the war, or they're used on wealthy planets. I'm not sure. [ it's not like he's ever had the luxury of mental healthcare before. ]

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private;

[reexamined]

It will not.

I hope you'll be more careful with your words from now on, Danger. Cassian... he is damaged enough.

private;

[mortalweapon]

[ It's almost a little petulant when she finally responds: ]

I did apologize.

[ Obviously, she's not used to be rebuked by people she cares about. ]

[reexamined]

I know. I see it.

[That doesn't mean he isn't still frowning internally!!]

[mortalweapon]

But you are still displeased with me.

[reexamined]

I will "get over it."

[mortalweapon]

[ With some determination, because she isn't used to this kind of disapproval — or at least she isn't used to it with other machines, her peers: ]

I will make it up to you and Cassian.

[reexamined]

[Oh. This, uh-]

That's not necessary, Danger.

[mortalweapon]

It is.
I insist.

[ CAN YOU TELL SHE COPES WITH GUILT BADLY!!! ]

[reexamined]

[He can tell.

And he also knows there won't be any use in convincing her otherwise.]

Okay.