[ Well, by all means then— they can continue to take those long strides forward and she'll share her warmth and touch with him readily, if it meant reminding him just how human he is. Even more, that he's a good man that has earned the respite and a chance to rest. That he's fought hard enough and it's all right to holster that gun for now.
Angela does at least know he has a name; she's known Ahab by his name for so long that seeing his handle on the MIDs had actually surprised her— but the pieces fell together easily enough when she saw Venom Snake on the list of crewmates with his picture beside it. She knew of his connection to Miller, and of Miller's connection to Snake from their conversations held months back. That meant that quite in the reverse, Solid Snake had a real name buried somewhere as well. They were just call signs, much as she's known as Mercy, though she'll admit it strange she hasn't learned his name yet— different roles and different clearances, she supposes. She won't pry tonight.
Snake proves yet again to be an excellent charge as she works on him, giving his trust to her as readily as his body as she adds that second later and goes back to work with the quirk of her lips. She's allowed to be a little pleased with herself for working him over the way she has, no? Every rise and fall of his shoulders presses into her hands and he feels a little more malleable, posture easing by sliver fractions as the occasional sound slips from him with a particularly deep press of fingertips to muscle, honing in on knots and tenser bunches of muscle fiber to soothe back down. She's just as certain she could dote on him for well over an hour and he'd still need work in a few days, likely taking the better part of two weeks to really work him loose— perhaps she'll come back to it later.
Some other night they've settled and have time to spare, when they've had more rest and the night has yet to beckon them off to their air mattresses. It wasn't as though he could hop on a treadmill or take to weights as easily out here, and there's a particular flavor of stress outside of a controlled environment like a gym. Sure, they'd get the same exercise if not moreso, but it wasn't the same. ]
I promise I'm excellent at keeping secrets, and I'm always interested in learning more about you. If ever you feel the urge to share, that is. I'd be honored if I could listen. Shall I work a little lower?
[ Since she seems to have found the sweet spot; she won't shift her attentions if he's enjoying her hands where they are at his shoulderblades. He sounds like she's done a fair job thus far, voice not quite as gruff as the exhaustion settles in, tone softening as he speaks. This second layer will dry a little quicker, and the third atop that— but she has a few minutes before the next (and final) layer. She'll make it count.
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Angela does at least know he has a name; she's known Ahab by his name for so long that seeing his handle on the MIDs had actually surprised her— but the pieces fell together easily enough when she saw Venom Snake on the list of crewmates with his picture beside it. She knew of his connection to Miller, and of Miller's connection to Snake from their conversations held months back. That meant that quite in the reverse, Solid Snake had a real name buried somewhere as well. They were just call signs, much as she's known as Mercy, though she'll admit it strange she hasn't learned his name yet— different roles and different clearances, she supposes. She won't pry tonight.
Snake proves yet again to be an excellent charge as she works on him, giving his trust to her as readily as his body as she adds that second later and goes back to work with the quirk of her lips. She's allowed to be a little pleased with herself for working him over the way she has, no? Every rise and fall of his shoulders presses into her hands and he feels a little more malleable, posture easing by sliver fractions as the occasional sound slips from him with a particularly deep press of fingertips to muscle, honing in on knots and tenser bunches of muscle fiber to soothe back down. She's just as certain she could dote on him for well over an hour and he'd still need work in a few days, likely taking the better part of two weeks to really work him loose— perhaps she'll come back to it later.
Some other night they've settled and have time to spare, when they've had more rest and the night has yet to beckon them off to their air mattresses. It wasn't as though he could hop on a treadmill or take to weights as easily out here, and there's a particular flavor of stress outside of a controlled environment like a gym. Sure, they'd get the same exercise if not moreso, but it wasn't the same. ]
I promise I'm excellent at keeping secrets, and I'm always interested in learning more about you. If ever you feel the urge to share, that is. I'd be honored if I could listen. Shall I work a little lower?
[ Since she seems to have found the sweet spot; she won't shift her attentions if he's enjoying her hands where they are at his shoulderblades. He sounds like she's done a fair job thus far, voice not quite as gruff as the exhaustion settles in, tone softening as he speaks. This second layer will dry a little quicker, and the third atop that— but she has a few minutes before the next (and final) layer. She'll make it count.
(It's not a contest, Snake!! Geez.)
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