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[imthepilot]

Galen gets a message late one evening. The evening Bodhi was planning to spent down in the barracks with the other cargo crews.

The message from the head medic. You better get down here.

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[galen_erso]

"You needed to hit him," Galen says. "Logical continuation of the argument."

[imthepilot]

"Yes, but I shouldn't have done it in front of the base medic. Now it will have to be official. And Randle will have to think you collected me from the Medbay to reprimand me."

[galen_erso]

"I didn't?" Galen says, smiling wrily. "And yes, you could have taken it outside to clear up the differences."

This is the only criticism he can bring himself to agree with, rather than cheering Bodhi on after the fact.

[imthepilot]

Galen's utter failure to take the reprimand seriously makes Bodhi smile a little. "And have that fight in the rain? I'm not sure that would have ended any better."

[galen_erso]

"He'd have given up soon enough," Galen shrugs. "Because the rain is wet and cold."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi just shakes his head. He doesn't want to tell Galen he didn't give Randle a chance. Once the first punch was thrown, the fight didn't last long.

[galen_erso]

Galen leans in to kiss Bodhi's cheek, then turns to pour caf for them both.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi smiles at the kiss and heads to the kitchen to see what he might be able to throw together into a meal.

[galen_erso]

Galen follows, caf in hand. "Tell me what I can do," he says.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi steals a kiss on Galen's cheek. And the mug of caf. Which he needs greatly. "I hope I didn't get you called away from anything important?"

[galen_erso]

"No," Galen says. "I was watching a game on the holonet, trying to find out what the rules were."

[imthepilot]

"The life of a busy scientist." He teases, clearly feeling better. "What game was it?"

[galen_erso]

"I have no idea," Galen says. "People were playing it. With a ball."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi almost laughs. "With their hands or feet?"

[galen_erso]

"Mostly their feet," Galen says. "They were kicking it, and running very vigorously."

[imthepilot]

"Could be a few different things." Bodhi starts throwing together a salad. "Spacers tend to play hoop-ball. Something you can play over crates."

[galen_erso]

"I tried to understand it, but failed," Galen admits. "And then, the message came."

[imthepilot]

"Nice to know breaking two of Randle's ribs was good for something." He jokes, blending oil and spices for a dressing.

[galen_erso]

"Yes, it freed me from watching that," Galen says. "And now, it will get me food, and your company."

He grins.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shakes his head and steals a kiss. "Any idea what you want in the way of food? Or am I making this up as I go?"

[galen_erso]

"I will enjoy whatever you make," Galen says, "so do go ahead and improvise."

[imthepilot]

"You're too easy to impress." Bodhi shakes his head and starts tinkering. Crispy fried noodles with fine savings of meat to go with the salad. "Shall we put on a holo or something?"

[galen_erso]

"Some music, maybe," Galen says. "Not a game, in any case."

[imthepilot]

"Music is good. I tend to get stuck on the same things. Always good to hear new things."

[galen_erso]

"I'm afraid my taste is rather basic," Galen says. He turns on the holonet, and some multi-species cantina band pops up and starts playing something cheerfully jaded and unexpectedly sophisticated.