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[re_mybrains]

"--No, I'm fine.

"No, seriously, I am perfectly happy with my current body. Form. Whatever.

". . . Well, okay, yeah, the big smashy claw is kind of awesome. --But  mean, no, I'm fine.

"Well, okay, I'll take a look at it."

Tom takes his copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves, Our Cybernetic Arms, only a little dubious, and starts for a chair -- and turns around

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[got_red]

"I'm supposed to tell you my girlfriend's going to dismember you herself if I don't come back alive."

He gives him an apologetic sort of smile.

[re_mybrains]

". . . That seems fair."

[got_red]

"I don't think she was serious, but she's not one to underestimate."

He smiles a bit.

"Got your message."

[re_mybrains]

"Oh, yeah? Good! That's good."

Tom is a little on edge.

"So what, I should take my chances with the zombies?"

. . . When Tom is on edge, his brain-mouth filter disappears.

[got_red]

He raises an eyebrow.

"I think she was mostly mad that I didn't talk to her first."

[re_mybrains]

"Oh. Yeah." A sympathetic wince. "I can see that."

[got_red]

"I have some problems with communicating," he admits.

"... She wanted to come with me."

[re_mybrains]

". . . Oh?"

Ummm.

"What'd you say? I mean, if she wants to come -- is she a good shot?"

[got_red]

"I talked her out of it. I.. don't want her putting herself in danger because of me."

hu shrugs.

"I don't know anyway, I was the only one who actually got to use the gun."

[re_mybrains]

Tom nods.

"That's. Yeah. Yeah, I get that."

He's not crazy about friends in danger, let alone a girlfriend.

(Although of everyone coming, Hawkgirl's the one he's least worried about, honestly.)

[got_red]

"Yeah."

He's staring at the table again.

[re_mybrains]

. . . Tom doesn't quite squirm, but it's close. He does chew his lower lip for a second, eying Shaun.

"You know you can still back out if you want to."

[got_red]

He shakes his head.

"Nope."

Don't think he hasn't thought about it, though.