Crabb's mouth opens, then shuts, then opens again even if all that comes out at first is, "...aw, Hell, Ducks."
She really wasn't sure, even less so about Ducky than she was Bastrop. He's a bit more heart on his sleeve, ol' Mimley, whereas Ducky's got that little grey sparrow mask of hers that Crabb's always had to prod to get anywhere beneath it.
"...I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you by now, arrite? And I'm never sure how far under that skin of yours I'm seeing but it ain't for lack of trying, either."
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Crabb's mouth opens, then shuts, then opens again even if all that comes out at first is, "...aw, Hell, Ducks."
She really wasn't sure, even less so about Ducky than she was Bastrop. He's a bit more heart on his sleeve, ol' Mimley, whereas Ducky's got that little grey sparrow mask of hers that Crabb's always had to prod to get anywhere beneath it.
"...I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you by now, arrite? And I'm never sure how far under that skin of yours I'm seeing but it ain't for lack of trying, either."