[The way he deflates is just...weird. He's used to Magnus being the big dumb puppy of the party, the one who rips robot arms off and tries to vore magical objects with abandon. He's loud and throws hands at danger like it's a hobby of his. He's supposed to be the happy one. Taako knew some shit had gone down in Refuge, but he hadn't thought it had affected Magnus to this level.

This wasn't right. It felt wrong. It felt...understandable. They'd had enough downtime here to actually try and process what had happened to them. Magnus was from even further in the future and their next mission almost assuredly went tits up, so who knows what bullshit the fighter had been through.

And what bullshit he'd been keeping to himself, trying to figure it all out on his own.]

Fine. But? I reserve the right to call you a fuckin' idiot for not talking to us for the rest of my natural life.

[He folds his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow at the man in front of him.]

If it's a deal, go ahead and begin.