"Yes, I remember, and I expressly forbid you to even consider doing it again," Ratchet says severely. "And we've had two of those apocalypses since leaving Luna-1, so I'll count myself lucky you're still around to keep me in line."

He watches her go limp in his grip, watches the tension ease on her face, and it makes him relax further too instead of tensing up, though his grip shifts to hold her a little more securely. He nudges her cheek with his thumb.

"And, I'll worry if I want. Like you could stop me, especially if you're going to go around picking fights with people five times your size and made of much denser and more solid materials."