[ It certainly explains a good portion of his demeanor, and paranoia is something she understands well— not through personal experience but through others, being embroiled in enough mindsets of those around her to really get it. It's difficult to leave the life of a soldier on the battlefield behind, to stop looking for threats everywhere you turn. It often required time and a little bit of help, and she knows it isn't something that ever fully goes away. It's why so many left the service and struggled with the fallout for the rest of their lives.
She won't press further, though, knowing how delicate such missions could be, and her nod against him is half-nuzzle into his shoulder, continuing the soft soothing touch of her fingertips over the top of his hand, her other resting comfortably in her lap. ]
It sounds like you were off to a good start though; I'm glad. I know how seriously you apply yourself. I'm sure you'll accomplish what you've set out to do, no matter what it may take.
[ Snake carried a steadfast resolve about him that even she could see after a couple of months, and she already has a certain measure of faith in him. Angela picks up on the exhaustion of the topics weighing on him and she crosses one leg over the other to press against his, furthering the contact between them even marginally so, offering him a fraction more of her warmth when she couldn't possibly lean against him any closer. Something reassuring as he continues, propping him up. ]
I see. I can understand how that'd be difficult then, especially with you knowing about it before he will. I'll keep it in mind, Snake. [ So she won't unintentionally draw them together into the same space; and she also won't ever force them together. Their relationship is their own to forge, should they wish it. She will simply remember this fact if ever the situation deems it pertinent information. ] He seems like a man who will take everything in stride, doesn't he? I feel like it may be only to process it later, on his own time, but he is very accepting. I don't know if hoping for resolution between you two is appropriate, but I can still hope.
[ Angela raises the glass in her lap to her lips, mindful of the faint lipstick left on the rim and lining her next drink up to it and sighing after she swallows, enjoying the spice and burn as it works down through her. One more chasing it, and she's emptied her glass to relax back against his side. ]
Not to change the subject, but I think you could use a dance, by now. Get your blood flowing, hm?
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She won't press further, though, knowing how delicate such missions could be, and her nod against him is half-nuzzle into his shoulder, continuing the soft soothing touch of her fingertips over the top of his hand, her other resting comfortably in her lap. ]
It sounds like you were off to a good start though; I'm glad. I know how seriously you apply yourself. I'm sure you'll accomplish what you've set out to do, no matter what it may take.
[ Snake carried a steadfast resolve about him that even she could see after a couple of months, and she already has a certain measure of faith in him. Angela picks up on the exhaustion of the topics weighing on him and she crosses one leg over the other to press against his, furthering the contact between them even marginally so, offering him a fraction more of her warmth when she couldn't possibly lean against him any closer. Something reassuring as he continues, propping him up. ]
I see. I can understand how that'd be difficult then, especially with you knowing about it before he will. I'll keep it in mind, Snake. [ So she won't unintentionally draw them together into the same space; and she also won't ever force them together. Their relationship is their own to forge, should they wish it. She will simply remember this fact if ever the situation deems it pertinent information. ] He seems like a man who will take everything in stride, doesn't he? I feel like it may be only to process it later, on his own time, but he is very accepting. I don't know if hoping for resolution between you two is appropriate, but I can still hope.
[ Angela raises the glass in her lap to her lips, mindful of the faint lipstick left on the rim and lining her next drink up to it and sighing after she swallows, enjoying the spice and burn as it works down through her. One more chasing it, and she's emptied her glass to relax back against his side. ]
Not to change the subject, but I think you could use a dance, by now. Get your blood flowing, hm?