And there was Duke, dropping the pipe. And the gun.

And staring wide-eyed at his unconscious snogon on the deck, and his boyfriend's blood on the deck, and the bullet holes in the deck, and working very very hard on not hyperventilating over all of it.

He swallowed thickly. (Can't hyperventilate if you're not breathing?) "Well. That answers the 'is it actually Octavia' question, anyway."

He was maybe going to be sick.