[BNRT]

[assured_of_this]

What there is to be done about Sean Cassidy and his apparent loathing for their situation, Nate doesn't know. In all likelihood, there's nothing at all any of them can do, if he's so thoroughly emphatic in his beliefs that he'd punch Brad (More than once) even after talking to his daughter about their impending nuptials and what it all means.

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[nothingtomiss]

"Like we stand a chance of doing anything behind their backs," says Brad, leaning back in his chair, food, for the moment, untouched. He does lift his drink though, and take a long swallow. He shoots a look at Terry over his glass and grins; it's the first time all week that he's actually felt relaxed.

"I've been on fucking recon missions where I could get away with more."

[number_unlucky]

"Oh, come on, I'm not excessively observant," I pointed out, cheekily. Case in point: I wasn't exactly oblivious to the situation that had led to this meeting, but I wasn't entirely aware of just how bad it actually was until the shit...well, had hit the fan.

Sipping my drink, I shook my head and twirled the sprig of mint garnish between two fingers. "It's not sneaking off if it's all under Safe, Sane and Consensual, isn't it?"

[faithanbegorrah]

Terry rolls her eyes at Brad, a smile curving her lips. "Are you finally admitting the almighty recon marine has a weakness?"

It's easy to be okay here, and though she isn't going to pretend she isn't angry and hurt by everything, she can at least put it aside for a little while.

[assured_of_this]

"The back of his knees," Nate quietly interjects with a faint but thoroughly wry smile, and takes a bite. After swallowing, he adds, "He's like Achilles that way, just higher on the leg."