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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Sighing, Shannon shrugged. "If I have to be, I guess, yeah," she replied. It wasn't meant to be an insult; she didn't mean it that she felt like he was an obligation now, even though she did feel that way, considering the fact that both the Doctor and Sam were waiting on tenterhooks for a Dean or Deans and this guy might be it or one of them, depending on how she looked at it. "Mostly, I just don't like the idea of being defenseless whether I need this or not," she clarified, since really, she'd just meant she'd wanted to keep it to protect herself, although she supposed she could protect him as well, by extension, if it came down to it.

He looked about like he was ready to fall over again and she made a move to grab him, but he seemed to help himself just fine, grabbing the edge of the booth. Although, he seemed pretty damn frustrated that he'd kicked it and it looked as though he'd hurt himself in the process. She grimaced on his behalf.

Although, he kept talking and he seemed to be remembering something, so when he stopped himself, Shannon moved closer and put an arm around his waist, pulling one of his arms around her shoulders. "Keep talking. Maybe it'll just come out," she said quickly. "And come on, lemme get you back to my place so you can freakin' lay down," she added, trying to pull him away from the booth so that they could go back to the museum. "It's not far."