The pouting look Mac had grated on Uldren's nerves nearly as badly as the music and dancing. He hadn't exactly meant to hurt the man's feelings, but he was so completely out of his element his normally short patience was nonexistent. Having Mac shimmy along behind him was just too much of him to take. They needed shelter, something defensible, and they needed to find food as well. They had nothing with them that was at all practical or useful. Even the god damned weapons were probably useless, at least for hunting!
He heaved a deep sigh, choosing to ignore Mac's muttered insult. The man might think he was speaking quietly enough, but Uldren had ears that were tuned to catching the softest sounds. He had to. An assassin relied on his ears as much as his eyes, more so usually. The faintest scrape of a shoe or panted breath might mean the difference between life and death. And Mac wasn't exactly wrong anyway. He was an ass.
"Mac, just think for a minute. We have no place to sleep, nothing to eat, and we have no idea where the hell we are. We have to survive long enough to find those portals and get home. I'm not particularly skilled in an environment like this, and I don't think you are either." He stepped up to the man, curling a hand around Mac's nape as he pressed their foreheads together. Uldren wasn't the type to get all mushy, assuming he actually felt that way in the first place, but he wasn't too proud to ask for help when he knew he needed it. They had to work together, and they couldn't start the stay on this alien world at each other's throats. A bit of an apology was a small price to pay to try and keep the peace.
"I need you to help me here Mac. Until we know what the hell we're doing, we can't afford to act like we're on the ship. Or as if we were on a mission for that matter. We don't know a damn thing about this place or what might live here. No more dancing, ok?"
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He heaved a deep sigh, choosing to ignore Mac's muttered insult. The man might think he was speaking quietly enough, but Uldren had ears that were tuned to catching the softest sounds. He had to. An assassin relied on his ears as much as his eyes, more so usually. The faintest scrape of a shoe or panted breath might mean the difference between life and death. And Mac wasn't exactly wrong anyway. He was an ass.
"Mac, just think for a minute. We have no place to sleep, nothing to eat, and we have no idea where the hell we are. We have to survive long enough to find those portals and get home. I'm not particularly skilled in an environment like this, and I don't think you are either." He stepped up to the man, curling a hand around Mac's nape as he pressed their foreheads together. Uldren wasn't the type to get all mushy, assuming he actually felt that way in the first place, but he wasn't too proud to ask for help when he knew he needed it. They had to work together, and they couldn't start the stay on this alien world at each other's throats. A bit of an apology was a small price to pay to try and keep the peace.
"I need you to help me here Mac. Until we know what the hell we're doing, we can't afford to act like we're on the ship. Or as if we were on a mission for that matter. We don't know a damn thing about this place or what might live here. No more dancing, ok?"