“If I get out of here,” Mojo repeated with an offered hand as Evan clambered to his feet, “I’m going to make sure I do something that actually matters. So if I do and you don’t? That matters.” And she knew he’d argue the idea, he already had, but Mojo seemed as serious about it as she got about anything. “You just need to get used to the thought of someone having your back, it’ll save us both a ton of time arguing over shit like this.”
He eyed her hand, and after a clear moment of 'I'm making the decision to do this', he took it. "Oh, I've got a shit ton more arguments in me." he told her, a quirk of a smirk on his lips. "So you should get used to that. But I promise to let you win now and then, how's that?" he suggested, tone a little playful. It was better to tilt in that direction than the depressing one.
“That’s a start,” Mojo agreed as she grabbed Evan’s hand and hefted, helping him to his feet. She wasn’t insanely strong, but there was definitely some heft in her wiry frame. “And I don’t think you’d stop arguing as long as you can take a breath, but this’ll still help...” She smirked back with a wink as she released Evan’s hand, reaching up to hook damp hair behind her ears. “You just tell me when I’m being given a win, I’ll make sure I do the same at some point when the urge to be a stubborn bitch is really flaring up.”