[ Even with that embarrassment in the mix, Danse wouldn't necessarily be any more inclined to avoid treatment from Arcade now than from any other medic he's frustrated to the point of lecturing (which is to say "every single one he's ever dealt with in his life, including the ones he doesn't remember.")

But the invitation to come and hang out just for the sake of it is unexpected, though welcome--somehow still managing to be both of those despite the flatness with which he'd earlier rejected a friendly appeal from Len to "walk his ass over." Circumstances then had not been what they are now, and even then, he'd been a little tempted. ]

I could. [ A tentative smile pulls at one corner of his lips. ] I was already at the point of just asking him about his gun mods instead of trying to reverse-engineer them from a distance, so it would be more of a formality there, but I'll admit I've been curious about what you're reading.