This could be the last time

Hill was staring at him, her arms crossed, and Kellen swallowed. Taylor wiped at her eyes, sniffing as Kellen felt the weight of the bag on his back, and the weight from the orange eyes staring at him. 

Hill looked exhausted. True, bone deep exhaustion on every facet of her face. Kellen wasn't sure what to say to her, how to broach this topic. Hill tapped a finger against her uniform jacket before she uncrossed her arms and sighed. She opened her arms, and Kellen hesitantly moved towards her. Hill pulled him in, squeezing the life out of him. 

"You're a damn motherfucker and I'm so fucking pissed at you." Hill uttered. "That's the part of me that has known Captain Thatcher longer. Fuck Kellen. You really aren't making this easy, are you?" Hill's grip was brutal, painful, as if she wasn't able to control her strength. 

Kellen didn't say anything, even as he felt his bones creak a little.