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And? Being a soldier doesn’t preclude being human. As much as Ghost likes to waft around like an actual living wraith. “Mm.” He reaches out, knuckles lightly grazing along Dunn’s thigh before he looks away and pulls his hand back. “Wanna talk about it or do y’ wanna keep them—

[ Oh. He’s not ready or willing to dissect right now just what burrows into his chest when Rick makes eye contact. No thin veneer of orange, just a peek over the edge, nothing at all and yet— ] Good. I’m glad you haven’t forgotten. [ Straightening, he draws an arm—