[ They've got time, as odd as that feels to think. Time to catch up, time to fill him in.
He tells her some of it, most that she's heard from the others by now but she lets him talk, lets him tell her. She wants to hear it from his lips anyway. She's nodding at his words, lips parting to answer when he asks if she knows, about what happened, about Tony.
And then he drops that final name and it's enough to have her freeze all over again, because that's a consequence of her decision she's been trying not to think about too hard. Another jagged hole she's been carefully avoiding in a literal minefield of grief.
She lets her eyes slide closed, if only to spare him the depth of the ache she knows she can't quite hide in time, lets her head tip forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder. Takes a deep, shuddering breath. ]
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He tells her some of it, most that she's heard from the others by now but she lets him talk, lets him tell her. She wants to hear it from his lips anyway. She's nodding at his words, lips parting to answer when he asks if she knows, about what happened, about Tony.
And then he drops that final name and it's enough to have her freeze all over again, because that's a consequence of her decision she's been trying not to think about too hard. Another jagged hole she's been carefully avoiding in a literal minefield of grief.
She lets her eyes slide closed, if only to spare him the depth of the ache she knows she can't quite hide in time, lets her head tip forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder. Takes a deep, shuddering breath. ]
Do I even want to ask how that went?