[ It's true that no one truly has any control over what's passed on about them after they're gone. A legacy is never something that you make for yourself. Instead, it grows up around you, based off of the experiences of other people. Snake will have to live with that, when he eventually goes—he doesn't get to decide how he's remembered. No, all he can really do is work to pass on as much of his own knowledge and experiences to the next generation as he can before he's gone.
While it might be true that Snake is the sort of person who goes the extra mile, from his perspective he's just doing what he can, what he has the training to do. If he's got this skill set, the least he can do is put it to some use when the shit hits the fan. And really, Angela's been working just as hard as him. She's been pushing herself too, and also deserves a massage and a chance to unwind and get some rest. Maybe Snake can make that his condition for being so compliant thus far.
There's no need for Angela to apologize for getting that one detail wrong and Snake waves her off, attention more focused on the work she's doing on his back. As her hands move lower, closer to the sensitive areas around his kidneys, his shoulders go a little tense, but it's not in a bad way. He's enjoying this, maybe more than he should. At one point in his life he might have had some comment to make here, some attempt at flirtation, but he's too tired to even think of one right now. ]
I mean, you can't really beat fresh-caught fish... [ Angela leans her head up against Snake's back for a moment. It's almost like she's enjoying this as much as he is; maybe offering other people relief really makes her that happy. ] And no, no true love. The guy I got paired with disappeared a long time ago, before you showed up. [ No need to be jealous, Angie!!
That reaction to hearing his real name hits Snake square in the chest. She wants to know him, she wants that so much, but eventually she'll peel back enough layers and get to all the ugly parts, and then what? Well, he may as well enjoy this while it lasts. That might be selfish of him, but maybe he'll end up proven wrong, and she'll accept him all the same. She hasn't faltered in that so far.
He nods at her thanks, and at the question. The code name is still preferable around people he doesn't trust, one layer of armor that he doesn't shed just for anyone. Even so, his name sounds nice coming out of Angela's mouth. Still half-turned to face her (which might make it a little harder to find those last tense spots in his back), he can't help but indulge his curiosity, canting his head in question. ] Why do you think it suits me?
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While it might be true that Snake is the sort of person who goes the extra mile, from his perspective he's just doing what he can, what he has the training to do. If he's got this skill set, the least he can do is put it to some use when the shit hits the fan. And really, Angela's been working just as hard as him. She's been pushing herself too, and also deserves a massage and a chance to unwind and get some rest. Maybe Snake can make that his condition for being so compliant thus far.
There's no need for Angela to apologize for getting that one detail wrong and Snake waves her off, attention more focused on the work she's doing on his back. As her hands move lower, closer to the sensitive areas around his kidneys, his shoulders go a little tense, but it's not in a bad way. He's enjoying this, maybe more than he should. At one point in his life he might have had some comment to make here, some attempt at flirtation, but he's too tired to even think of one right now. ]
I mean, you can't really beat fresh-caught fish... [ Angela leans her head up against Snake's back for a moment. It's almost like she's enjoying this as much as he is; maybe offering other people relief really makes her that happy. ] And no, no true love. The guy I got paired with disappeared a long time ago, before you showed up. [ No need to be jealous, Angie!!
That reaction to hearing his real name hits Snake square in the chest. She wants to know him, she wants that so much, but eventually she'll peel back enough layers and get to all the ugly parts, and then what? Well, he may as well enjoy this while it lasts. That might be selfish of him, but maybe he'll end up proven wrong, and she'll accept him all the same. She hasn't faltered in that so far.
He nods at her thanks, and at the question. The code name is still preferable around people he doesn't trust, one layer of armor that he doesn't shed just for anyone. Even so, his name sounds nice coming out of Angela's mouth. Still half-turned to face her (which might make it a little harder to find those last tense spots in his back), he can't help but indulge his curiosity, canting his head in question. ] Why do you think it suits me?
[ David and Goliath jokes aside. ]