[ he's still battling all that, fighting it back, avoiding water for the most part and just not talking about what that had done to him but he was feeling better, at least. he could go out in public and only look over his shoulder a few times during. it wasn't such a paralyzing thing anymore. ]
[ between their bodies, bobbi's hand finds his and squeezes briefly, not long enough for the empathy bond to kick in. she's glad he can relax here, that he feels safe enough - in this apartment that's his now as well, in her presence. ]
[ that seems like a suitable punishment - but she doesn't. this really isn't the sort of thing that requires any kind of punishment and if nothing else, she's glad that he's got reason to feel grateful because it means that he's got a place to let his guard down.
so instead of making any move to tickle him, she just settles back against his side. ]
[ but she doesn't. instead, she tucks herself back against his side and he, after waiting a moment to make sure she's comfortable, drapes an arm across the back of the sofa behind her shoulders. ]
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[ he's still battling all that, fighting it back, avoiding water for the most part and just not talking about what that had done to him but he was feeling better, at least. he could go out in public and only look over his shoulder a few times during. it wasn't such a paralyzing thing anymore. ]
So, you know, I'm grateful.
[ for a lot of reasons. ]
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Hey, we've been over this.
[ no need to be grateful. ]
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[ because he was stubborn about things like this. especially about things like this where he feels indebted to someone despite what they might say. ]
I don't always listen well.
[ oops. ]
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[ the protest isn't entirely serious and her expression is only mock-severe. ]
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I'm still grateful. In fact, I might be even more grateful.
[ he looks over, tilts his head at her as if to say 'what are you gonna do about it?' ]
You gonna keep glaring at me? It's not very effective. [ because he knows she's not serious. ]
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[ that seems like a suitable punishment - but she doesn't. this really isn't the sort of thing that requires any kind of punishment and if nothing else, she's glad that he's got reason to feel grateful because it means that he's got a place to let his guard down.
so instead of making any move to tickle him, she just settles back against his side. ]
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[ but she doesn't. instead, she tucks herself back against his side and he, after waiting a moment to make sure she's comfortable, drapes an arm across the back of the sofa behind her shoulders. ]
When you least expect it.
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[ she's too good a spy, is the implication, to be surprised. but she doesn't tickle him and he drapes an arm across the back of the sofa and it's -
honestly, it's just nice. it's warm and comfortable.
(if she thinks back, briefly, to kissing him at the party, well. who can blame her?) ]
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[ especially since he knows who and what she can do now. she'll be prepared and he'll probably be caught off guard and it'll be fine.
right now, he's content to sink into quiet moments like this and block out the rest of this place.
this is nice. he likes it. ]