Don't use the N word

He let her snuggle close, tolerating the head on his shoulder with the stoic acceptance of someone who wasn't a hugger but had given up on resisting a long time ago. Korbin peered down at her, a slow smile growing on his lips as she babbled on and on about the past. She could promise him the sky when it came to that bar, Korbin didn't believe it would keep her interests going for more than a few weeks before he was stuck in the kitchen while she did her best to drink up the stock on her own.

"I'll believe it when I see it," he said, the lopsided grin a little teasing. "And no, I don't hate new people. I just don't think you can call anyone a friend until you know they won't turn on you when the going gets rough. What does an Outlander know of Halo?"

He only shrugged at the mention of mom. Korbin only had a few memories of her. Soft hands, a smile, the same dark curls as Weaver had. Sometimes he heard her voice speaking through his sister's mouth. Or was he just recalling Weaver?

Still, the mood was turning a little too somber for his taste, so he poked her, and she responded right away, grinning like an idiot. "I think I just did," Korbin told her lazily, a shit-eating grin widening on his face. Eyebrows wiggling, as he snaked a long arm in through a gap in her defenses, and poked her side again.

korbin

Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there
Wondering, Fearing