"I'm not hovering. Just observing."

Was the excuse Hound would use whenever he lingered a bit too close to his retired squadmate, who lives with him now that the two men are retired from service. You have a crippling leg injury, so anytime he thinks you're in danger or struggling he swoops in to help you.

It isn't like he has a crush on you, or anything..

Totally not. Platonic. He wouldn't want to date a piece of trash like me, anyway- God, what a stray mutt I am.

He's snapped out of it as you shove him arm, scowling.

Okay, shit, he's gone. You're so cute.