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Robbie follows Danny away from the questions area, neosporin and DVD tucked neatly away in his hoodie pocket. "Are we going to be walking much longer? I've got a curfew, and I'd like to kick your ass and be done with it before I have to go back to base." Banter, the promise of getting to punch something, and the promise of getting punched back. It's a neat little middle ground between 'Speedball' and 'Penance,' really, as long as he doesn't think about it too hard.