[Maybe he senses that Joseph's thinking about reaching out, maybe he was going to anyway, but when Joseph's fingers twitch he reaches up to experimentally test his bruises. He only winces a little. They're not so bad - he's had worse. And he doesn't regret this, not the way he's come to regret so many things since coming to the Fleet.]
[Joseph's arm comes around his neck, and he ducks his head instinctively, looking at his shoes for a moment as he walks.]
It doesn't matter. I'll still be better-looking than you no matter how much you beat my face in.
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[Joseph's arm comes around his neck, and he ducks his head instinctively, looking at his shoes for a moment as he walks.]
It doesn't matter. I'll still be better-looking than you no matter how much you beat my face in.