Disclaimer: I don't own Black Lagoon
"It's been awhile since just the two of us sat down and had a smoke." Dutch said as he lit his cigarette. After a few seconds of inhaling and exhaling the nicotine, he handed one to Rock.
"Yeah…the last time was when I was still your hostage. Revy tried to unload her whole clip into me and you brought me up here to calm my nerves." Rock fingered the cigarette as he stared out at the ocean, the memory of his first moments with the Black Lagoon forever etched into his brain.
Dutch let out a deep chuckle.
"You're a lucky one alright. Few people get shot at by Revy and live to tell the tale, let alone get close enough for her to prefer you be alive than dead."
"Well," Rock sighed "as nice as it is to be able to walk next to her without constantly worrying about being shot, I'm not really sure where we stand in relation to one another. I'm terrified by her sometimes, and yet I still can't help but worry about her."
He groaned and ran his hand through his hair.
"I guess this is what it's like when you have Stockholm Syndrome."
"Well Rock, you two do have a twisted relationship. But look at the bright side: between your Stockholm Syndrome and her Lima Syndrome, you'll get it worked out eventually."
Lima Syndrome: Situation in which abductors grow attached to their hostages.