[ Has anybody thought heels hurt? Because they do. He's shorter. His left side is abruptly lighter. Jim breathes, and methodically separates himself from Peggy's emotions piece by piece — anger, he keeps, because it's shared. But she's upset about something he can't pin down: jealous of Private Lorraine? That's not it. You wanted to be a soldier. He puzzles over it just as she shoots, and his momentary cry of horror transmutes into an undignified snort of laughter. ]
I think it worked.
[Helluva dame, he'd said to Steve, all those years ago, hearing about her right hook. His first thought, still grinning as he hands her her sidearm, is that he should really tease Steve about — oh. That's right. Steve's gone. Jim's face falls abruptly, but he pulls the corners of his mouth back into a smile for her. ]
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I think it worked.
[ Helluva dame, he'd said to Steve, all those years ago, hearing about her right hook. His first thought, still grinning as he hands her her sidearm, is that he should really tease Steve about — oh. That's right. Steve's gone. Jim's face falls abruptly, but he pulls the corners of his mouth back into a smile for her. ]