"Light and pretty. Delicate and graceful," he replies, almost absently, as he helps her into a seat. "You are those things, but you also put a small hole in my head. Contrast makes for a great callsign."
Like a certain steely, weathered pilot who'd flown like the devil and pulled their asses out of the fire more than once, known affectionately as Sunshine.
A muscle tightened in Mike's jaw as he thought of the man. Missed him. Hoped he was resting peacefully.
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Like a certain steely, weathered pilot who'd flown like the devil and pulled their asses out of the fire more than once, known affectionately as Sunshine.
A muscle tightened in Mike's jaw as he thought of the man. Missed him. Hoped he was resting peacefully.
He steps back and looks Jasnah over carefully.
"Sit tight, I'll be back."