"It's unfair," said Duo, with a newly surprised glance at the speaker, "that you're dealing with the living gundam thing better then I am." He staggered, righted himself and tried to stop knocking Dick off balance. "I mean, he's my gundam. Or, he is now..."
Talking for the sake of noise was a bad habit, Duo employed it with some relief. It was familiar.
The sunlight was shockingly bright, equivilent to a whack in the retinas. Duo lifted his free hand and shaded his eyes, squinting. "Ow," he said mildly, without any real rancour.
Then he stopped and twisted under Dick's grip, looking back. "Wait! There's a-- when you get m-him. When you get him, look under the seat. There's a hatch. You have to lift it up, there's a box inside." He tightened his grip on Dick, holding himself upright again. "You need to get that, okay? It's important."