"Hm." Faustite kissed him — short and light. "Don't think we'll get the right officers if you strip in front of the Negaverse, but I'll leave you to sort that out." He didn't know what motivated Metallia's collection of ne'er-do-goods. Could've been watching a free piece of meat. Could've been glory, or accolades, or free sandwiches. Perhaps the more bases they could cover, the better.

Straightening, Faustite rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders as he held his husband's head. "Won't make amends for history, but it's a start. They might begin to get used to you." They wouldn't. Faustite knew they wouldn't.

But would Albite see that as motivation? Absolutely.

"Stay with me for a while. Then you can round up some officers however you please. Just — make sure they've sense enough to listen." And not pull starseeds in the Rift of all places.

Especially their own.

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