“You surprised I’m just as red-blooded as you are?” Rust says, more of a tired breath let loose than anything meant to be mean. His eyes are slipping shut again, slowly but surely, and he fights to keep them focused on Marty’s battered face. “Nah,” Marty says, but there’s a little touch of something shining in his eye. “I wouldn’t say that.”
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