Whether she had accurately communicated her point or not wasn't the real question here. What counted was that hearing that, maybe the inevitable, had a greater and more resounding effect than any lighthearted flirting (joking or not) could hope to achieve. And maybe that wasn't the type of kiss that occasionally flooded her day dreams as if to spite all of the grief and pain they'd been through but it felt just as good.

"Sure." Never mind that in its whole state the thing hadn't so much as buzzed at her touch, which only made its reaction to being 'hurt' that much more unsettling. Even if it was some weird defense mechanism it just didn't explain why it only went for her. She tried to clear her mind of it but the concern wouldn't scrub off. "It looks pretty broken from here."

The guts of the thing, a richer purple than the inside, glittered over stones, but the two bigger chunks stayed right as they were. In just a few hours those littler pieces would be left alone and the thing would never be entirely complete again.

At least they pulled it off.