River gives him an arched eyebrow right back. "Love, if you're dead or injured, or turned -- which I find highly unlikely as you come equipped with your own special brand of piss stubborn -- but if you are, then you don't get to dictate the lengths to which I go to bring you back."
She lays her hand on his cheek. "Now please. I don't want to quarrel about something that's never going to happen, all right?" The firm set of her lips tells him she's very sure of that last point.
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Date: 2009-03-19 11:59 pm (UTC)She lays her hand on his cheek. "Now please. I don't want to quarrel about something that's never going to happen, all right?" The firm set of her lips tells him she's very sure of that last point.