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Rosen slowly relaxed again and his hands stopped shaking. "You should make me another box," he suddenly decided, "Since mine got burnt."

Long paused before going over to the storage locker and pulled Rosen's box he had salvaged out of it. Then he went back to sit by Rosen's side.

Rosen blinked at it, "Wait, you saved my box?" he asked, shocked.

Long nodded before opening it up and pulling out the handful of games he had also managed to save. "... I didn't know which ones were most valuable to you, and I only had a moment," he explained.

Rosen blinked, eyes actually looking teary as he reached for his games only to reminder his hands were not usable. Then suddenly he squinted at Long, "Wait so... you save my box and my games... but not me?" he clarified.

"It was difficult for Zala and I find you," Long replied quietly. "Zala thought to look in the infirmary. But by then your hands were already burned like that."

"So if Sheng would have been in trouble you would have been that muddy slow?!" Rosen clarified, at this point it seemed to be teasing Long a bit... not that Long was likely to pick that up.

"So if Sheng would have been in trouble you would have been that muddy slow?!" Rosen clarified, at this point it seemed to be teasing Long a bit... not that Long was likely to pick that up.

Long didn't pick it up. "I would have known where Sheng was," he replied simply.

"Well then you should have known where I was!" Rosen argued back.

Long frowned, not following that logic. "... Sheng tells me where he will be..." he explained.

"So if he's taking a crap, he tells you he's going to be taking a crap?" Rosen asked, not believing him.

"... No," Long replied, once again startled by Rosen's bluntness. "But you hate pain, so how was I supposed to assume you were in the infirmary?"

"You were supposed to fly to my side, duh!" Rosen retorted.

Long blinked, even more lost on Rosen's argument. "... I can't fly," he replied blankly.

"That's why you suck at being a body guard," Rosen replied sympathetically.