“Something on your mind, Commander?” He asks, his thumb rubbing his jaw as he arches an eyebrow at me. “Your genitalia,” I clap back, and he almost chokes as he shakes his head at me in ill-conceived despair. "I'll walk you back. I don't want you and your horrific sense of direction getting lost.” "I remember now, so you don’t have to. Or are you that desperate to follow me around like a sad puppy?” His reply comes without hesitation. “I’m desperate to follow you around.”
