"Mac?"

"Harm? Glad to have you back."

"Why? Did I go somewhere?"

"You were delirious. Thought I was your dad."

"That's pretty delirious." Pause. "What did I say?"

"You were delirious. I didn't really pay attention."

"Wait, I remember. I was talking to him about you." Pause. "And 
you've got an eidetic memory."

Sigh. "Don't worry, Harm. You didn't say anything embarrassing."

"Then you shouldn't mind telling me."

"You just told your dad that you thought I was a good partner.
Trustworthy, brave, clean, reverent...you know, all the Boy Scout
virtues. Oh, and then you said I was beautiful...." Chuckle.


"Mac?"

"What?"

"Why did you come back for me? I told you to run!"

"I did run. And then I circled back and got you out." Sigh. "You 
didn't seriously expect me to leave you there? I'm a Marine, Harm."

"I know. I know. But I just wish...."

"What?"

"I want you to be safe."

"I want you to be safe, too. Guess neither of us got our wish today."
Chuckle.

"Mac...." A warning tone. "You know what I mean."

"Yes." Her hand on his arm. "I'll do my best not to die on you. But 
you can't...pack me in bubble wrap and styrofoam peanuts, anymore 
than I could do that to you."

"I know."