"…Cobra?" Lucy asked, her voice quiet. He resisted the urge to look her away, instead grunting in vague acknowledgment. She didn't say anything immediately, although he could feel her eyes on him. Finally, she started, once again in a near whisper, "I'm sorry, about my attitude before. Lyon was right in that it was unprofessional of us to get into an argument. But even before that, I wasn't being very polite with you this morning either."
He turned to stare at her in surprise. Although her thoughts were more hidden from him than before he'd thought for sure he would have heard an apology on her lips. Given her downcast face and sad smile, he knew she wasn't just offering platitudes.
"…Don't exactly blame you for the morning, after I startled you. Then I just committed to being a bastard and didn't stop." Lucy's eyes widened.
"No, really! No matter the reason I shouldn't have pushed you like that. And that's true earlier today as well, for different reasons."
"You don't have to be such a damn martyr," he saw her wince, "I didn't want to back down so I didn't. Just too stubborn for my own good."
"That's…" she stopped. Then sighed. "We're just going to end up arguing again, aren't we?" A little laugh escaped her lips. Cobra didn't so much as twitch.