Athena stops abruptly, flinching back a little from his anger. She debates leaving him to figure himself out, gather his own damn medkits and powerups and fuck off to wherever ancient video game protagonists go when they're at the stage where they hate everyone and just want to be left alone in their disillusionment.

Except that's always the beginning of the damn game, isn't it.

After a moment, she yells, "Dick!"

And then she trots to catch up again, reaching him as he gets to the house and bouncing up the steps to the door before he can, opening it with a glare in his direction. "Go find a fucking couch while I see if these Brady Bunch assholes kept a first aid kit around here somewhere, or at least some towels and sheets and a pair of scissors."