#i always want to talk about techo and that is a threat

[the-starry-seas]

omg you're a techo enjoyer too??? blessed 🥺 do you have any hcs or plot tribbles about them you'd be willing to share?

So Tech is the person that Echo spends the most time with, when he first goes with the Batch. This isn't because of any desire to connect on Tech's part - the only reason nobody calls him unfriendly is cause Crosshair is right there, in much the way that your neighbour's snarly dog isn't much of a problem compared to a rabid T Rex.

Instead, it's because the Bad Batch realise that, y'know, Echo's been Matrixed into a freezer for a while (timeline is not my strength but it was a few years, I think). Somebody's gotta figure out those cyborg parts and how to fix them, preferably before something breaks. And of course for something that serious, you choose the smart one.

At first, Echo is very awkward about this. The last thing he wants is someone digging around in his parts, even if it's for a good reason. But he also knows that it's going to be even worse for everybody if he has some sudden breakdown that disables him. So he grits his teeth and bears it.

(Tech does not notice shit about this. He has new science to explore, new problems to figure out, and human interaction has never been his strong suit. Autism King <3)

There's definitely some initial awkwardness, but Echo figures out pretty quickly that if he gets Tech rambling about something, the sound of his voice is soothing. Echo thinks nothing of it. (lol. lmao even.) He also comes to find it vaguely endearing when Tech gets distracted in the middle of something because he thinks of some cool upgrade that he can do. The Iron Man-style rocket boots are a total success. Tech is fully convinced his sensation of affection and pride is just because he got the boots working, and nothing to do with Echo himself (again: lol. lmao even.)

Tech pokes at the dataport, frowns, and looks down at his datapad. "Can you give me a hand with this?" A metal arm clatters to the floor next to him. Echo, across the room, hasn't moved from his co-pilot's seat and is still watching the latest episode of his holodrama. "Technically," he begins, adjusting his goggles with an indignant sniff, "yes, that is what I asked for. But I expected better of you."

Echo suddenly has some fucking thoughts about the possibility of Tech praising him, let me tell you. Still, he also has some reservations, because there's times where Tech gets too invested in the ✨ science ✨ and Echo starts feeling kind of like an experiment all over again.

Anyway the two of them are getting along pretty well and Tech is remaining fairly oblivious to both their feelings. (This is not a dig at Tech, I'm simply a huge sucker for ships where one of them doesn't realise their feelings until a Dramatic Moment, generally involving a near-death experience.) Except that Echo doesn't much like talking about his past and all the Clone Trauma™, especially pertaining to his lost Fives, and Tech's a nosy bitch who wants to know everything.

So Tech finds a way to get Echo's file. If the reg's not gonna talk, well, when has Tech ever respected a 'no access' sign? He reads through it and takes some notes, and it seems as though things are fine.

Except once Echo actually does start opening up about his past, Tech jumps in to fill in some details. Details that Echo certainly never told him. And Echo wants to know how Tech knows, and Tech's a shit liar, so the truth comes out.

Echo is not pleased with the truth.

(pain incoming)

"Well, I've... read your file," Tech says, hesitantly. He reaches up to adjust his goggles. A nervous tic, one that Echo usually finds endearing. But hearing that Tech was reading his file makes something twist in his stomach - what's left of it. Especially with Tech nervous about it. Echo's never really seen him like that. Not with him. "Okay," he replies, fighting to keep his voice and expression as close to 'calm' as possible. "And?" "I know it's been, well, hard. For you. For the other reg- the other clones." Echo stares at him, too shocked to attempt a look of neutrality any more. Tech must be joking. He must be. Not about reading his file, Echo had assumed that the Batch had all dug into him to find out who he was. But thinking that he knows anything about what it was like? Just because he read a file? He's seen the kinds of files that are kept on clones. They're dry, succinct, and mention nothing about who a clone is, just a service record like the kind you'd see kept about a machine. Because that's just about all they were, to the people in charge. The clones certainly weren't people to anyone but themselves. "So what's it like, Tech? Go on, you read the file." He waits. It's harsh, he knows, maybe even cruel, but he's not much in a laughing mood any more. "Maybe I... missed a few things," Tech hedges, looking very much like he wants to escape. "How much more do you want to know? Because they carved me out of myself, but they left the memories, and I see all of it every single night, so I can tell you more than the devil himself could stomach." He waits, but Tech doesn't say anything, just shifts his weight, eyes wide, fingers curling and uncurling around his datapad. Finally, Echo says, "You don't know shit, Tech. Don't ever pretend you do. Especially not around me." He leaves. For once, Tech's not distracted. For once, Tech watches him go.

So there's a bump in the road, as it were. Well, more like hitting a moose with your janky 90s sedan. You walked away from it physically fine but you have an overwhelming feeling about how oh god you're so fucked. Also who do you call about that???

Echo calls Rex. Rex does not know what to do about this. He lets Echo vent until they've been sitting quietly for a few minutes, and then suggests that maybe that was just Tech's way of trying to connect to Echo. Not exactly normal, "but you always did say, when you called, that he always paid attention to you and wanted to know more about you. Maybe this is an extension of that, and he didn't realise that he was crossing some lines."

(Yes, in my head, Rex is lowkey playing matchmaker. He's heard the way Echo's voice changes when he talks about Tech, and he wants to see where this goes.)

Meanwhile, Tech is bothering the shit out of Hunter because 'you know how people work, what did I do?'

This is the first that Hunter is hearing about any of this. He doesn't have the slightest idea what's going on, but he does have some experience with relationship difficulties caused by inadvertent assholery *inserts my Cross/Hunter agenda here*

So Rex helps Echo calm down, and Hunter helps Tech figure out how to apologise. Tech doesn't do shit with that knowledge because emotional conversations suck and he'd much rather pretend that just never happened, thank you goodbye. He's just a huge anxious mess because he doesn't know why people think he's being weird or mean or rude when he thought they were Just Vibing.

It takes like two months for Tech to make a move to fix this, is what I'm saying.

"Echo?" Tech asks hesitantly. He stands with his hands clasped in front of him, one thumb rubbing over the knuckles of his opposite hand. "Fuck off." Tech winces, but, well - with the way he inadvertently treated Echo, it's not like he can complain. "I- when I mentioned your file-" "Don't." "I was just trying to say that you didn't have to hide anything from me. That you were one of us. And we'd do our best to understand. I didn't- I'm not good at apologies, I'm sorry, I'll go-" "Wait." Tech freezes in the doorway, even more uncertain now. Echo sighs and looks at him. If his gaze is supposed to be communicating something, it's not in a language that Tech speaks. Maybe his uncertainty shows on his face, or maybe Echo was just waiting to collect his thoughts. "Thanks, Tech." Despite the awkward seriousness of their conversation, Tech smiles. "You're welcome, Echo. And if there's- I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to, you know, but if there's anything you wanted to talk about, um, well, I'm only so far away. The Marauder's not a big ship." Echo doesn't say anything else, but he nods, and Tech feels like he actually managed to make some progress as he slips back out to the kitchen.

Anyway Echo has to comm Rex and send him ten bucks because Rex was right about Tech not being an asshole. Rex is only a little smug about this.

Echo slowly starts gravitating back towards Tech after that, and Tech is all !!!! not entirely sure what's happening but apparently the hot one Echo doesn't hate him any more so that's great!

They eventually get back into their groove and Tech makes him those kickass rocket boots to apologise for the whole... whatever that was. Words are hard, inventing is easy. He's still not 100% sure what went down, but Echo seems to have forgiven him, so he doesn't want to bring it up again. (He does, but it's like... a full year later, once he's definitely sure that Echo's not mad at him about it any more.)

Good thing that they do find their way back together, because one of Echo's legs breaks. And of course Tech's the one who immediately gets a little googly-eyed about finally being able to take Echo's leg apart. (He was strictly forbidden from Tinkering while Echo was wearing them, because Echo doesn't completely trust Tech to be able to resist the siren call of becoming a mad scientist. He adores the man, but he also knows Tech's weaknesses.)

Tech does indeed get a little mad scientist-y when he gets his hands all over those legs. He spends a week with a diet of space Red Bull, dry instant ramen, and no sleep, and comes up with Legs 2.0.11.8. He almost blows the ship up once or twice, but nothing seriously affects the life support systems, so it's fine, leave the lab alone.

Legs 2.0.11.8 are lighter, more durable, fit more comfortably, and have not only the fancy rocket boosters, but the ability to switch out normal treads for heavy ones and even climbing crampons! And a thousand other upgrades, but he's talking so fast that Echo genuinely has no idea what's going on. He figures that he can ask to read Tech's file about em later (yes he jokes about that, no Tech doesn't know if he can laugh).

When Echo first tries out his new legs, he loses his balance and goes straight into Tech's arms. Tech catches him and murmurs You're doing great, Echo.

Echo is running on an emotional high of having his legs back, having much better legs than the last ones, being caught by a hot nerd, and being praised by a hot nerd.

There's nothing to do about all that except kiss Tech.

He briefly thinks he's encountered a massive problem when Tech doesn't kiss back, and just stands there with a thoughtful look on his face. There's about a thousand things crossing Echo's mind in that moment, none of them exactly good. Can he get kicked off a squad for kissing someone???

Tech calmly says, "That was unexpected but perfectly acceptable. I commend your technique."

Echo isn't entirely sure what that means for a second, but then Tech pulls him in with both hands and tongues him, and Echo figures he doesn't need to ask.

The Batch is entirely unaware of this until three weeks later, when Echo joins them in the cockpit and sits right down in Tech's lap with his legs crossed. Wrecker wants to know why Echo's not in his usual co-pilot's chair. Echo just says figure it out and nudges Tech's chin up to kiss him.

Okay I've got so many headcanons too hold on

Tech's bunk is full of half-forgotten-about wires, metal sheets, pieces of rebar, loose screws, and the occasional shard of glass. Echo will not get into that bunk, they cuddle in Echo's hammock.

Tech will lay on top of Echo like a living weighted blanket and is perfectly happy to stay there for 12+ hours if he gets really invested in something on his datapad. This is often some design for another improvement to Echo's implants, so double bonus!

Strip chess

They love crosswords but they manage to get really competitive. Usually this means they make out about it, but sometimes they get mad at each other. Scrabble is banned after a few Incidents that resulted in yelling and a little blood, Hunter burned the tiles.

Tech keeps begging Echo into picking up dangerous insects, snails, frogs, and poisonous plants with his metal hand. Echo doesn't have to worry about getting bitten/poisoned and Tech can get a close-up look. Best of both worlds!

LEGO couple. If you haven't seen them for 16 hours? They got deeply invested into space version of some NASA set with 4000 pieces. Echo will bite you if you interrupt them.

Echo doesn't handle cold weather, it reminds him too much of being stuck as a POW. This means that the Batch leaves him on the ship on arctic missions but it also means Tech gets him eight pairs of fluffy socks because he read on the holonet that those are the best for keeping warm. Nobody's allowed to point out that Echo no longer has feet to keep warm. Echo wears them anyway and has favourites.

Sometimes Echo uses his USB hand to lock Tech's datapad when Tech won't go to sleep

He has a body pillow because it helps when his hips hurt. It's custom printed to look like Tech. Tech gets irrationally jealous over seeing Echo cuddle it.

Tech can do that finger skateboard thing and Echo uniroincally thinks it's really clever of him and admires his tricks

Tech makes Echo a new arm that has a human-shaped hand on the end so it has a wider range of function. The USB comes out of the tip of Echo's middle finger, at Echo's request.

Echo shakes hands/takes things from people with his metal hand. Tech is the only exception.

Tech likes crouching and crawling around, instead of walking 'normally'. There's been a few times that his head's popped up from where he's been crawling around on the floor like a snake, and Echo almost kicked him in the face because it scared him.

Echo can do some Black Widow shit with his new metal legs. He tries them all out on Tech cause it gets Tech real hot and bothered

There's been several times that Tech runs away from making out because he had a breakthrough thought on some project. Echo is always a little mad about it.

Tech snores. Loudly. Echo always turns off his hearing aids and lets that be everyone else's problem. He likes the way Tech's chest moves against his when they're sleeping together.

Echo keeps the lights off and his shirt on when they're getting intimate for years. Lot of self-esteem issues related to how his body looks. It's Tech's unfailing admiration for the occasional shirtless look, that eventually helps Echo start to accept himself.

Tech's name in Echo's phone is 'cyare' and Echo's name in Tech's phone is 'Echo 💙'

Echo once casually refers to a 'honey-do list' and Tech needs a reboot because holy shit he's honey!!!

Everyone can always tell when they were making out because Echo has hickeys everywhere. At first he was embarrassed about it but nowadays he shows them off.

Rex once commented 'oh, wow, did Echo get hit in the throat?' and Tech spat his water across the table. That was how Rex found out they were hooking up.

Rex said he was going to give Tech the shovel talk and Tech immediately started talking over him about the types of screws used to connect shovel heads. Rex never got around to his part.

Tech and Echo always walk holding hands. Sometimes the rest of the Batch stops or changes directions, and Tech doesn't notice with his datapad two inches from his face, so Echo gently tugs him in the right direction.

Sometimes the rest of the Batch didn't stop or change direction, and Echo is pulling him into an alley to make out.

Tech still hasn't lived down the time he came back from a detour with Echo and then had to go back to find his codpiece.

They stargaze whenever they're planetside. Tech loves infodumping about the stars and Echo loves to listen. Tech custom-built a two-person lawn chair so they can put their feet up. Echo's fallen asleep cuddled up to him more times than even Tech can count.

Echo has to be physically direct with flirting, cause if he just says something like "wow you're hot", then Tech just says "yes thank you", and keeps doing what he's doing. Gotta distract him from his project by kissing him or sitting in his lap or something before Echo can get to the words part.

[pandoraborn]

You do amazing with all your fics, I love your writing style! But sitting your awesomeness aside, I have another prompt (if you want! You're welcome to ignore this if you don't want to write! :D) How about Tommy defending Techno??

Part one (sort of.) Starring: Tommyinnit and Quackity Warnings: drug mention, cartel mention, threats of violence 829 words

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“Did you see Techno earlier?” Quackity’s leaning against the fence that blocks off the hotel construction site. Technically, the hotel is open, but the actual grand opening hasn’t happened, and Tommy doesn’t want to tear down the barrier until that moment. Sam has also been busy, doing Sam things.

“No,” Tommy says idly, as he drops a netherite scrap into a nearby chest. He doesn’t owe Sam anything more, but Tommy just wants to make sure Sam knows how appreciative Tommy is. “Techno was here earlier?”

“Yeah,” Quackity says. He pulls out a piece of kelp and rolls it up, before flapping it in Tommy’s direction. “He went to the prison. Clearly, he’s up to something. He even came out looking all petrified. I bet Dream told him something big. Nothing else seems to shake Techno up. Hell, when I went to execute him, he even took all four of us down.”

“What?” Tommy whips his head sharply to glare at Quackity. He hadn’t really thought about Techno being executed, it had only been mentioned in passing and never brought up again. Tommy’s realizing more and more how disconnected from everyone he really is if he’s hearing about this from Quackity’s point of view. It also somehow feels more malicious than it needs to be. Surely Quackily knows what the relationship between Tommy and Techno is, right?

“Oh, yeah. We know Dream and Techno are friends and shit,” Quackity continues. He rolls the kelp up again and lights up the end with a flint and steel. A putrid smell rises in the air, causing Tommy to recoil. Before his exile, he would have laughed this off, but right now, he feels like he’s being subtly mocked. The smell of burning kelp is making him queasy, too.

“Quackity, I don’t really want to talk about this,” Tommy says. He hopes his discomfort is enough to get Quackity to tone it down, but Quackity isn’t even looking at him.

“Anyway, Techo hasn’t really been the same after his execution. He’s in league with Dream still, and whatever they’re plotting, it’s gonna be big if even Techno’s shaken up. But we all know he’s just Dream’s puppet.”

Tommy doesn’t think about what he’s doing. He doesn’t think about the axe that appears in his fist, he doesn’t think about the way it swings and stops right against Quackity’s neck. He doesn’t think about the shocked expression on Quackity’s face, or the way the kelp is dropped to the ground, smoking against the wood path.

He stomps it out.

“Quackity, I’m going to say this once and only once,” Tommy says, with a tone far too cold and deep for his normal self. “I still care about Techno. I still love him, I still see him as a brother. It doesn’t matter what he’s done or what he will do, I’m always going to love him.”

“Tommy!”

“Don’t talk about him like he’s a heartless monster. When you all left me alone in exile, Techno took me in and gave me his home, his things. It didn’t work for long, but he still did more for me than everyone else combined. You can sit here and act all high and mighty, but I’m a fucking child, I still need people, and I still need him.”

“Tommy, that’s not-” Quackity tries to protest. He has the sense to back away. “Tommy, c’mon man, I’m your friend too! You and I are friends. Remember the cartel? Remember when you called me your brother?” He forces a smile on his face. “We do care about you. Don’t push us away.”

Tommy lowers the Axe of Peace. His hands are trembling as he tries to swallow down the sheer rage. It’s pointless to pick a fight against someone he does care about. He does love Quackity, but right now...

“Don’t mock Techno. If he did visit Dream in prison, it certainly wasn’t to plot anything, otherwise Dream would be out by now.” He turns to put the axe away. “Don’t act like you know Techno, because I promise none of you know him like I do.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he meant so much to you.” Quackity opens the gate and moves closer to Tommy. “I didn’t realize, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, Tommy. I’m really sorry.”

Tommy takes in a shaky breath. Quackity’s not the bad guy here. Quackity’s one of his closest friends, and Tommy needs to remind himself of that. “Sorry I threatened you,” he mutters. “I just...”

“It’s okay, Tommy.” Quackity takes his hands and pulls him away from the hotel. “Come on, why don’t we take you somewhere to relax? You need a break, man. Let’s get your mind off everything.”

“Okay.” Tommy leans against Quackity for support. “Can I see Techno later?”

“I think he already went back home,” Quackity murmurs. “Take a break first, and then I’ll even see about going with you.”

Tommy can deal with that compromise.

[datawyrms]

Part 1 is here for context. Unless you want to be as out of the loop as Val is!

Following Tucker and Sam was much harder than breaking into an unguarded house. Talking with them at school was pointless. She couldn’t go talking about ghosts without blowing her cover. She couldn’t go following them in full ghost hunting gear either, she didn’t usually care to be subtle in it. They had to know something about how Phantom suddenly was all ‘buddy buddy’ with ghost hunters that hated him as much as she did. They helped the ghost, and she was pretty sure Danny knew about it too, but was smart enough to stay away. That worthless bit of protoplasm and her friend’s disappearance had to be connected in some way.

Really, it would be better if they weren’t connected, but the ghost had probably kidnapped him in exchange for help, or something equally nefarious. So she had to put up with lurking creepily at the Nasty Burger, trying to overhear the duo’s chattering.

“I’m just saying, next time there’s a fight I’m ‘accidentally’ missing.” Sam marked her threat with a jab of a carrot stick, which only made Tucker look more alarmed.

“How about we don’t do that. He’d throw a fit if he found out.”

“Who’s gonna tell him? You?” she rolled her eyes, but relaxed more into her seat. “We don’t even know how much time that cost him, that’s worth a little payback.”

“Well yeah,” Tucker hesitated, looking away from his meal. “I’m mad too. But it wouldn’t help anything. If it would I’d shoot first.”

“I hate it when you’re right.”

Nothing useful. She’d never get why they seemed so obsessed with Doomed. Their best friend was missing! Well, they could just be keeping their minds off it. She still had to suppress a groan of frustration. This would be so much easier if Sam and Tucker hadn’t turned out to practically be ninjas when it came to slipping away unnoticed. She had no idea when they’d gotten so good at that, it was one thing to be easy to overlook, but they took it to an entirely more annoying level.

Ignoring a ghost to idle nearby was practically torture. Battlesuit on and ready to go, but she was intentionally staying on the ground and waiting. Because she knew Sam and Tucker had been showing up, or at least nearby when the proximity alarm warned her of one of the dead pests. She’d step in after they showed up, and try confronting them.

She had not expected Tucker to practically charge at two headed green fox-looking thing, firing surprisingly accurate shots for a moving target. The fact that Sam caught it moments later with a thermos only made her realize then that the techo-geek had been leading the ghost to her, not actually charging blindly.

Tucker tucked away the small ecto gun, replacing it with his PDA in seconds. “Yeah dude. We got em. We told you it’d be fine.”

“Remind him we could knock him senseless right now and he should be RESTING.” Sam grumped, shoving the now closed thermos in her backpack.

“He says he’ll rest when he’s dead.” Tucker suppressed a snort at the glare Sam shot the PDA.

“That’s it, I’m going to go kill him now then.”

“You know how he copes- shut up Danny I’m trying to keep you alive here-”

“And you know he doesn’t know how to shut up.”

“Point.”

He was talking to Danny? So he’d been found? Not in good condition judging by the resting comment, but it didn’t fit in quite right. Sam was the strongest of the trio by a considerable margin, she could probably ‘knock him senseless’ any day of the week. Maybe he’d started working out? Not that it helped, he was still doing his best stick figure impression. She’d meant to show herself before now, act as if she’d been tracking the ghost. If Danny was back though...did she need to bother? Of course she did. Back up a bit, get on the board...and they’d have no idea she overhead them.

“Are you two alright?”

Sam scowled up at the ghost hunter above “No thanks to you.”

Of course Sam was hostile, that was just Sam when she decided you were against her. The fact Tucker wasn’t looking all that grateful was more of a surprise. He usually only got angry if she was actively fighting Phantom, since the two just decided that ghost was ‘good’.

“We’re fine. Thanks.” his voice was terse, but not dripping scorn.

“Where’s your ‘friend’?”

Sam looks at Tucker and gasps. “Where did you come from!”

“Your ghost ‘friend’.” Urgh. Even entertaining the idea a ghost could be a friend tasted foul on her tongue. 

“You’d probably know more than us. We don’t have a tracker.” Tucker shrugged, pocketing his PDA even though it seemed to be beeping.

“Not that we’d tell you anyway. Tell the ghost hunter where your friend, who is a ghost is! Sounds like a great idea!”

Maybe expecting help from these two had been a bit optimistic. Moreso if the main reason she’d expected they might turn on the ghost was gone. “You can’t seriously trust the ghost after they bailed on you for this long.”

“You’re the one telling ghosts they don’t belong over here. Make up your mind, hothead.” The goth was already rolling her eyes, throwing an arm around Tucker’s shoulders as if to drag him away.

“They don’t. But for someone who wants to be a hero so much, he’s leaving you two to do a lot. Can’t you see it’s an act?”

“It’s not his fault!” Tucker’s shout was strong, and unexpected.

“Tucker.” Sam hissed.

“I know, I know!” he adjusted his glasses hastily, leaning closer to his friend as he muttered something Val couldn’t catch. They were doing their best to disengage by turning tail and walking away, but she wasn’t in the mood to take the hint.

“So you do know something.”

“Nothing we’re sharing. Bye!” Sam didn’t even look back. 

“I know it’s somehow tricked the Fentons, did you two have something to do with that?” Surely their sympathy to an unfeeling ghost didn’t run that deep, but if she could at least bait them into answering…

“Don’t you have a ghost to threaten or something?”

Tucker remained silent, shoulders tense, back to fiddling with his PDA.

“I can make time for that menace.”

The boy stopped walking, sharing a glance with Sam. Whatever passed between the two she was clearly against, judging by the shaking head, but he apparently wouldn’t be moved.

“Hey. It’s for you.” He lifted the PDA, gesturing for the ghost hunter to get down. Yet when she came down to reach for whatever he wanted her to see, he gave a stern look before letting go. “If you don’t want to talk, don’t say anything. Got it?”

The PDA had a call running, she could tell that much. Still, raising the blocky thing to her helmet did feel somewhat silly.

“You want to talk now, huh?” The chill causing echo was only worse over the little speaker, and it took an effort to not try and crush the little device in her hand. “He thinks I’m nuts, but hey. Who isn’t in this town.” Phantom sounded off. The bravado was there, but it sounded more forced than usual,

“Are you actually going to answer?” She could always waste him after talking.

“Better question is if you’ll listen. Anyway, stop stalking my friends. If you want to talk, just come to the Fentons. And knock this time? I shouldn’t have to say no weapons, but this is you. So no weapons.”

“And how should I know you won’t try anything?”

“Well since you’ll knock, you can just ask one of the Fentons to come with you. Not that you’ll have to, they’ll probably want to come anyway…” he trailed off. “Oh. Invite expires in a week.”

“Now you’re setting a time limit?” This was just sounding sketcher by the second.

“Yuuup. Show up or don’t. Just keep your beef with me away from my friends.”

She handed the PDA back to Tucker, who still didn’t look enthused with the situation. “Are you sure about this?... Don’t say stuff like that.” he frowned, shoving the PDA at Sam “Yell at him for me.”

“Can do.”

The whole exchange was weird. It was something she’d need to think on, the ghost just admitting it was up to something and would explain, and how Sam and Tucker were acting as if something was wrong, as if some ghost could be fragile and needed human friends to look after it. It still felt like a trap of some sort, but she didn’t really want to listen to Sam tell something dead about the importance of self care and an irritating volume, so she made herself scarce.

One week open invitation. Did she really want to take it? Not if Danny was back. She’d decide after confirming he was alright first...