[ The thing is, Angela's not content with that at all. It's up to those left behind who decide how someone will be remembered; their impressions to ripple outward, stories passed on by friends and loved ones. If she's one of the only ones here who could speak of Snake, it would be with the utmost respect and affection. Try as he might to think otherwise, he's a good man.
He relaxes further and further to her ministrations, her attempts to help him unwind as much as possible after he'd fought so hard for her and others. Ensured everyone he could reach arrived safely to the escape pods, and then to have been further searching the wreckage? He's earned it tenfold. Anything she could possibly do to help him rest, to see him unwind further and further until she's pushed him to his last waking second before carting him off to get some rest, she would press. Snake goes out of his way in her eyes on the regular and he doesn't ask for anything in return; perhaps he's making up for something, but regardless, he's trying to make a difference. That is something to be acknowledged and appreciated. (And she'd be glad to hear it. ♥ Any chance to dote will be a welcome one!)
It won't take but a couple of minutes for this last layer to dry, and she keeps him company until she can allow him to lean forward once more, the swipe of her fingers indicating when the glue has set and her nails are in his hair to retrieve her pin, ruffling it back into place. The information she has isn't a lot, no, but it's a fair start— his profession and when he came from, where he came from, what he was striving for. His friend and the way he spoke of him is good enough insight to their dynamic, as well as the sort of people Snake surrounded himself with. She knows what he does here, and that he's good with dogs, that she's seen him near every day and kept up with him. It's enough. It's plenty.
His correction gets a smile from her, offered almost under his breath and tone relaxed beyond measure, and she murmurs her apology to his hair at much the same volume, amused, before a few more moments pass and he's shifting up and away from her to brace himself forward. A silent request to continue, allowing her to continue working his back. She kneels down behind him to continue, heels of her hands smoothing out from his spine and thumbs following to hone in on those tense spots, gently easing them loose.
Honestly, she's surprised he even speaks up again. She expects him to fall asleep at any moment, but he answers her questions as they come, however ponderously with his exhaustion. ]
You've not developed a taste for anything in particular? We may have to work on that. [ A particularly tenacious application of fingertips-to-loosening knot and he groans for her, a rich little rasp of relief that leaves her pressing her forehead to his spine, indulging in the sound as she smooths over his skin, through the layers of clothing even. Next time she'll have to do this properly again, skin to skin. He's likely going to be tender from this. ] Matchmaking? And did you find true love?
[ All right, she is teasing a little, but she can't resist. When she feels him twist to look back over his shoulder, she'll straighten and lean to the side for easier access, head tipping with that idle little smile of hers. A soft "hmm?" slips out in question, and then just like that.
Angela's smile widens, warms, and she's very clearly happy. ]
David. I'm glad; David suits you.
[ She had to give it a taste, all right? Her voice is pitched his as quiet, near-reverent in how she speaks his name, letting it roll over her tongue. It's only made intimate because he's kept it hidden away, but she's glad she knows, now. ]
I assume you'd prefer I continue to call you Snake, in most situations?
[ Yet she's nearly down to the small of his back, having soothed him from spine to his sides as she worked down; he can almost slip off to sleep. Quieter still than their utterance of his name is the way she nearly breathes a soft thank you— for sharing with her. ]
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He relaxes further and further to her ministrations, her attempts to help him unwind as much as possible after he'd fought so hard for her and others. Ensured everyone he could reach arrived safely to the escape pods, and then to have been further searching the wreckage? He's earned it tenfold. Anything she could possibly do to help him rest, to see him unwind further and further until she's pushed him to his last waking second before carting him off to get some rest, she would press. Snake goes out of his way in her eyes on the regular and he doesn't ask for anything in return; perhaps he's making up for something, but regardless, he's trying to make a difference. That is something to be acknowledged and appreciated. (And she'd be glad to hear it. ♥ Any chance to dote will be a welcome one!)
It won't take but a couple of minutes for this last layer to dry, and she keeps him company until she can allow him to lean forward once more, the swipe of her fingers indicating when the glue has set and her nails are in his hair to retrieve her pin, ruffling it back into place. The information she has isn't a lot, no, but it's a fair start— his profession and when he came from, where he came from, what he was striving for. His friend and the way he spoke of him is good enough insight to their dynamic, as well as the sort of people Snake surrounded himself with. She knows what he does here, and that he's good with dogs, that she's seen him near every day and kept up with him. It's enough. It's plenty.
His correction gets a smile from her, offered almost under his breath and tone relaxed beyond measure, and she murmurs her apology to his hair at much the same volume, amused, before a few more moments pass and he's shifting up and away from her to brace himself forward. A silent request to continue, allowing her to continue working his back. She kneels down behind him to continue, heels of her hands smoothing out from his spine and thumbs following to hone in on those tense spots, gently easing them loose.
Honestly, she's surprised he even speaks up again. She expects him to fall asleep at any moment, but he answers her questions as they come, however ponderously with his exhaustion. ]
You've not developed a taste for anything in particular? We may have to work on that. [ A particularly tenacious application of fingertips-to-loosening knot and he groans for her, a rich little rasp of relief that leaves her pressing her forehead to his spine, indulging in the sound as she smooths over his skin, through the layers of clothing even. Next time she'll have to do this properly again, skin to skin. He's likely going to be tender from this. ] Matchmaking? And did you find true love?
[ All right, she is teasing a little, but she can't resist. When she feels him twist to look back over his shoulder, she'll straighten and lean to the side for easier access, head tipping with that idle little smile of hers. A soft "hmm?" slips out in question, and then just like that.
Angela's smile widens, warms, and she's very clearly happy. ]
David. I'm glad; David suits you.
[ She had to give it a taste, all right? Her voice is pitched his as quiet, near-reverent in how she speaks his name, letting it roll over her tongue. It's only made intimate because he's kept it hidden away, but she's glad she knows, now. ]
I assume you'd prefer I continue to call you Snake, in most situations?
[ Yet she's nearly down to the small of his back, having soothed him from spine to his sides as she worked down; he can almost slip off to sleep. Quieter still than their utterance of his name is the way she nearly breathes a soft thank you— for sharing with her. ]