"Never know, maybe it would," Starbuck said, almost sarcastically. She had to wonder, really. "Just... you know, you can come here whenever it gets to be... I mean, not that I wouldn't want you to come over even if it doesn't, but you know. My punching bag is your punching bag." She could've run with that one, but she let it be for now, not sure what would come from both of them unleashing the wry, dark humor.

Frak. No wonder she had needed last night. Starbuck was amazed she'd gone that long with the two of them, not gone to anyone else in all that time.