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“I’m thinking of making you buy some of the good beer for my favor.”
“You’re gonna have to settle for the team beer Slim, ‘cause you’re certainly not right.”
“I just don’t think it’s gonna work.” Sniper tsks, “It’s nothing I’ve seen before, and the things I’ve seen before tend to be what works.”
“Awfully confident, aren’t you?”
“I think it’s deserved.”
Dell trails slightly behind Sniper, resting a gentle hand on Sniper’s shoulder. Sniper leans into the touch, absolutely melting at the warm sensation.
Sniper sighs softly, expression softening as he steps through the door. He lays eyes on the (surprisingly still standing) mockery of a watchtower before them.
“I’ll be damned.” Sniper grins, staring up at the crooked pillar of metal and wood. It towers above them, blotting out the sun. “It’s still standing.”
“What did I say?” Engineer laughs. The fullness and warmth of it echoes in Sniper’s ears.
“Yeah, alright Truckie.” Sniper breathes, staring at the magnificent structure before them. “You were right.”
“Damn right I was.” He smiles, pulling Sniper into a loose hug. “Now, how does a beer sound?”
Sniper rolls his eyes, though he leans down into Engineer’s embrace. “The company kind?”
“Nah, the expensive kind. /Your/ treat.”