( closed ) you caught me in the tide

[cadeuces]

Who: Angela "Mercy" Ziegler ( cadeuces ) & Solid Snake ( soldiergenes )
When: Late January
Where: Camp Overgears
What: The sort of conversation your parents close the door for, nosy!
Warnings: Aggressively Pure Adults

[ To say the wait was exhausting would be an understatement. They've reached their destination and have since taken care of the bodies left behind, and now all that's left is the day-to-day, negotiations, and awaiting those who took the trek back to the wreckage to retrieve some parts, thus repairing the Ingress.

There is no promise that they can go home. Only that they can return with the Savrii, to their home world, the origin of the Ingress technology. Just as they'd spoken of before, it didn't feel as though the end was in sight for them and the look she shares with Snake as she takes a delicate seat beside him seems to convey mutual exasperation, offering him a lopsided little smile. She's sat down with her back facing the fire while he faces it head on, coffee hot between her hands as she sighs and settles in. There's only a handful of people camping with them, but for now it's only Snake and Angela with the dogs roaming about; his presence as well as theirs has been a boon on this trip, even though the exhaustion wears on them all. To have a familiar face and know that their protection is one tent over has enabled her to sleep easily at the very least. (The chance to ensure everyone eats well and can stay hydrated is another plus.)

Hopefully he doesn't mind the impromptu company; see if what weighs on his mind falls in line with her own thoughts, ensure he's doing all right when he's staring at the fire so steadily. ]

Hey, you.

[ "This is quite the predicament we've stumbled into, isn't it?" goes unspoken but it's certainly a palpable topic in the air. ]

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[soldiergenes]

[ It's been a long month, to say the least, but Angela's support has made it all a little easier. Food supplies are running short, slowly but surely, though the ability to treat that purple water and make it drinkable had been a win, and they've been subsisting off of that. Snake's made a habit of bringing back any useful supplies to Angela's camp so that she can distribute them; it turns out they make a good team.

He'd been part of the effort to bury the bodies, per Miller's suggestion. Some had seen it as a pointless endeavor, and even Snake had to admit that there was a chance no one else would ever stumble upon this place the way they had. But since Miller had wanted it done, he'd decided to help out. His hands still have the scent of death on them, but maybe the smoke from the fire will cover it up.

And now, they have another unknown to face. They'll be going with the Savrii back to their home world, the origin of Ingress technology. It seems like a good place to be if they want to hold onto the hope of getting home one day, but Snake has started the process of accepting that it may never happen. It's not an easy thing to wrestle with, not for anyone, and it's those thoughts that swirl through his mind as he stares at the crackling flames.

Angela settles down next to him with an easy greeting, although there's some fatigue in her body language. As the person who's made a habit of always holding her head up high, it's a sign of how bad things have gotten, that she's letting that falter a little.

Well, at least they're both still here. ]

Hey. [ He glances to the steaming cup of coffee and clears his throat. ] More where that came from? [ He knows the answer is yes, but he still asks. ]

[cadeuces]

[ The home-cooked meals had, as promised, only lasted a few days before spreading out to once a week affairs with dried pasta and rice with leftover vegetables— but she's made the most of what was brought to her, welding together a little smoker from the wreckage to preserve meat from the deer and occasional panther, a few of the neverending canteens of water had been scrounged up and brought to medical to top up the 20L jugs she'd filled and stored while aboard the Moira before spreading through the camp, and they'd found ways to purify the purple water on-site. But not everyone had prepared as well as Angela had (which she'd also prepared for) and soon her supplies were being spread through most of their party.

They could only last so long, but the option to hunt and at least prepare something as simple as rice and meat would keep them going a while longer. Not much flair, but it still filled stomachs and kept them warm. Snake's quiet insistence on bringing back supplies and game to her had been distributed as best as possible, and they did indeed make a good team. Between her and Adrien in medical and her little group here, she's fairly certain they could carry the entire crew if need be; thankfully enough, at least, that wasn't necessary as many of the others were proactive about their own survival, and very few needed to subsist off the charity and good will of others. Everyone grouped off well, the new arrivals had been taken in by those they knew or settled well with others, and it was about as ideal as one could hope for in such a setting. No one has fought yet. No one has gone hungry. They just had to make it last a couple more weeks, tops, and see what awaits them.

Angela had also assisted with the bodies, pragmatic though her approach had been and surprising many when she hadn't chastised anyone checking them for weapons or identification, she had at the very least run a quick check to ensure their deaths hadn't involved biochemical warfare or any sort of illness; it had been brutal, but it had been plain work. Weapons and hands. Then she'd set about rearranging and covering the bodies with the surplus of sheets and blankets both from her inventory and those laying around— a multipurpose effort, really. To signify they've already been checked for supplies or ID, to spare others the sight of the carnage, and for their own dignity in death, ready to be taken away and put in rocky soil. The blood spattered the walls and congealed on the floor couldn't be hidden from softer eyes, but at least the sights were cut down to just shapes beneath fabric and blood. Masks with peppermint oil had been offered to any who needed them, especially those who had taken to task and buried the bodies— it was the least she could do. The rest of her time had been spent with those who weren't taken well to the scene before moving on.

It was what followed that had been most troubling. That has her sitting here beside him, shoulder brushing his arm, letting herself falter in his presence. She very nearly leans against him out of sheer habit in trusted company, but she has to remind herself that Snake isn't as open to her tactility. She doesn't want to burden him more than she already will with conversation.

The way he's staring into the flames, alone, has her gentling, worries settling like dust in her lap. (While she sits here, it isn't bothering her. She only has to wipe it off once she stands.)

He's such a quiet man, prone to sitting alone with his thoughts. Even with everything going on around them, she finds herself glad he'd stayed with her through these weeks. ]

Could I call myself a doctor without caffeine on hand? Please.

[ Angela offers him her mug as she scoots back a few more inches, leg brushing his as she gets comfortable. She'd brought the thermos resting against an ankle but not a second cup; the intent had been there and she'd grown distracted, pacdisc left in her tent with Eiger. She'll give him a few moments of easy quiet to let a few good swallows warm him, enjoy the taste, before: ]

What do you think it will be like?

[ The Savrii's home world, though whether that context is plain to see or not... ]

[soldiergenes]

[ It definitely helps that the game around here is actually edible, and if it weren't for that, they'd probably be subsisting entirely on canned food. Snake has done his best not to think too hard on the fact that none of them really know what's in the cans. He's had to adjust to a lot of new flavors since he made it out into space, so it's best to just stick with willful ignorance in this situation. It's enough to nourish them and that's the best that they can ask for at this point. (Besides, some of the rations and MREs he's had in the past had been questionable, to say the least, so this isn't anything new for him.)

On top of that, it's been encouraging to see how people have banded together and managed to watch out for themselves despite the harrowing situation. Not everyone can be as prepared for this as people like him and Angela, and yet they've all stepped up to the plate to do their part. This is the teamwork that the captains had been so set on from the beginning; it doesn't hurt that they all have the same goal of survival. Either way, Snake's relieved he hasn't had to do too much in terms of babysitting, other than having to drag a certain mercenary's paralyzed body out of one of the houses. That had been accidental, and Snake's not sure if he would have been so quick to help if he'd known it was Reaper from the get-go.

It's something he should probably discuss with Angela, come to think of it, but Snake's been distracted with all the revelations that have come since their arrival at the Hub. Now might be a decent time to bring it up, except he knows they have plenty of other things to discuss too.

Between disposing of the bodies and this new revelation about the next step in their journey, Snake appreciates having Angela around as a constant, as that person he knows he's bound to see at the end of each day—and usually she comes armed with something comforting, whether it's a cup of coffee or a snack or a gentle touch. Slowly but surely, it's something he's even come to expect. It's routine, and he's not sure if that's good or bad, but the fact that they're moving on is bound to change things up again.

Snake takes the mug from Angela, but doesn't drink from it until he confirms that she's got a replacement for herself in the form of that thermos. He gives a testing sip to make sure it's not too hot, then considers her question. It's easy enough to tell what she means. ]

It's hard to say. [ All they know of the Savrii is through these few people they've interacted with here. ] They seem rule-oriented to a fault, so I wouldn't be surprised if everything's orderly and clinical where they come from, but I guess we'll see. We have a pretty small sampling here. [ For all they know, these few Savrii are considered extremists. ]

[cadeuces]

[ Well... as far as she knows, they're mostly fibrous vegetables and tubers, even if they come out looking bizarre. #Space, right? She left the more questionable things behind in favor of what she knew was edible, and mixing it into soups and stews with the game has worked out well so far. Everyone has been attempting to share their knowledge and support each other, so she hasn't had to overload on worry. There have been some close scrapes with others from mental strain alone, but hunger, water? Those haven't come into play, thankfully. Adrien had been... a trial, Andyr far moreso— if they could get away with only two breakdowns, she'd be glad to move onward.

She's also had no cause or near brushes with Reaper in quite some time— it's difficult to think of him as Gabriel these days, still attempting to get over the brief few months of invulnerability she may have once fooled herself thinking she'd had, the arrogance and sentimentality that made her believe he would work with her. That perhaps she was a partial exception to his rage and vengeance. It's difficult to pry that sort of hope from her hands, but a broken arm and fractured zygomatic had been the straw that broke that camel's back. To hear that Snake had run into him without incident... would be a nice change of pace, really.

No, for now, it's only discussing what awaits them and watching him consider the mug, glancing back to ensure that, yes, he won't be drinking all her coffee before he's taking a sip, and then appreciating the fractional ways he eases as the warmth works through him. It's easier for her to focus her attentions on a bit of doting and looking out for others instead of letting her mind hone in on her worries, efficient as it is. After the fall of Overwatch, she's grown too skilled at picking apart bad situations for what could have been done earlier, working on seeking out those sorts of fissures to sew back up before they can tear open further. She's always had a penchant for throwing herself headlong into her work, but it's since gentled into spreading her attentions elsewhere, once she'd realized it for what it was.

And he's sharp as a tack, observations already picking them apart. Articulating her impressions with more ease, leaving her nodding in quiet concurrence. ]

True, but it is a varied one. If their culture is anything like the small colony had been... [ The slave trades, the experiments, the unfortunate hierarchies— she shakes her head slowly. If she never had to see such things again it would be too soon. She can still perfectly picture Ahab's face when he'd called her in to examine those who he'd found being genetically altered, transformed. The creatatorium... The uprising Lucio had attempted to assist, having to warn him away from it and consider the adverse action once they'd left, the supporting force of such a coup. What would happen to those they'd fought for, then? So outnumbered. That is a responsibility and blood on the hands of those who didn't deserve it when all they'd tried to do was help. It was not a good place and she isn't eager to turn to another. ] We can hope as a more advanced people that they'll be equally so in their society.

I don't understand why they'd consider assisting us when they'd decimated their own simply for researching the Ingress technology. We have been as well; the contradictions are numerous. And worrying.

[ Ah... she shouldn't have handed over the mug. Now she has nothing to fiddle with and instead curls one hand about the other, slender fingers cool in the palm of the other. The heat of the porcelain had been fleeting enough.

Angela won't say she's scared, because it isn't quite as intense as that. But her worries are legitimate, and it extends over many, covering quite a lot of ground. She wants to know those she cares about would be safe. That they'll be able to stay healthy, wherever they're going. Have reason to hope in the days that follow. ]

[soldiergenes]

[ The breakdowns Snake has steered clear of, well aware that he's not the sort of person who could comfort someone in that situation. He's too rough around the edges, too worn down, to be much of a comforting presence. It isn't in his nature, and so it's better left to people like Angela who take to it like a duck to water. (He assumes that telling people to pick themselves up again and get over it wouldn't go over so well, and that's usually his first instinct, so better he just keeps his mouth shut, right?)

If Snake knew anything about Angela's encounters with Reaper, his opinion of him would get even lower than it is now. Even seeing him looking more or less like a regular person hadn't humanized him much. The guy's digging himself deeper into his own hole of hate and self-misery and he's got another thing coming if he thinks anyone is going to pity him after all the damage he's apparently done. What Snake doesn't realize is that 76 isn't the only person that Reaper has a vendetta against, although now that he's vaguely aware of his involvement in Overwatch, the pieces are starting to come together.

The coffee is doing its work in warming him up, if nothing else, and he isn't too concerned about what it'll do for his already ruined sleep schedule. The camp is as comfortable as it can be, so it's only the minefield of thoughts in his own head that keep him up at night. Either way, he doubts that caffeine will make much of a difference at this point.

Snake lets out a small grumble at the mention of the colony. It's something he usually tries not to think back on, given that so many questions were left unanswered. They'd done a lot to try and get some of the slaves to freedom, but had it really made a difference in the end? Probably not, given that they'd only spent a month there and it usually takes longer than that to overturn a culture. Maybe that place had been beyond saving, seeing how they didn't seem to have any problem with engaging in sports matches where people regularly died, and then shrugged it off like it was nothing. Yeah, not a good place. ]

I don't know that I'd called them advanced. [ The words come out derisively as Snake drags one of his boots across the dirt. He gets what Angela's saying, but he can't help but be pedantic in this case. The Savrii had seen a fullblown slaughter as the solution when someone had taken their technology for their own use. It's not so different from the nuclear arms race. If someone creates a powerful technology and then doesn't allow anyone else access to it, that's its own kind of threat.

While Snake isn't fiddling, he does have both hands curled tight around the mug of coffee, an anchor of sorts as they consider what the future may hold. ] Well, maybe we're really on our way to an execution, who knows? [ He says it darkly, but still with enough lightness in his voice to make it clear he's not being 100% serious. After another sip of coffee, he tries for a more thoughtful response. ] We got dragged into all this against our will, so maybe they're not holding the research we did against us. We were doing what we had to given our situation—that's different from actively deciding to replicate the tech.

[ Yeah, they might be about to enter a world of trouble... but is that really so different from how things have been up until now? ]

[cadeuces]

[ Well now, that isn't necessarily true. He's here right now for Angie, isn't he? Though he may not exactly realize that he's being a comforting presence. Perhaps the realization would make him turn tail, but Angela would never believe that, either. He may not seek out others actively looking to help, but he doesn't necessarily turn it down— even a cold remark is still a remark offered, and he's remaining at her side when they're both clearly out of their element.

(The bridge with Reaper can be crossed if and when they come to it; Angela won't hesitate putting some extra pieces in place and clarifying the picture while she's at it, really.)

What she doesn't expect is such an honest little grumble of discontent, and she looks apologetic for even bringing it up. She's not forgotten the fact that she hadn't seen him during that time— nor much after, when others were going for blood and turning into wolves and whatever else had been going on. Really, she doesn't know what he'd been up on the colony or what could have happened following, just that eventually they'd reconnected at the gym and they hadn't spoken about it. It had been a terror on nearly everyone; he clearly hadn't remained unaffected, and the putrid smell of those being turned into fish monsters to put on display is something she can still viscerally recall. An appeasing hand comes to rest on his leg for a moment in both apology and solidarity of the memory. ]

Strictly speaking for the technology, then. They're educated if nothing else. [ Though he isn't wrong on that, either, derision or no. The scuff of his boot in the dirt is enough to prick her ears with the sudden sound, head turning just a fraction as if to track it before she eases That split second after. With Snake here, she has nothing to fear. One leg crosses over the other and the touch of gallows humor quirks her lips with a soft snort, reaching for the mug once he's taken a swallow to get one of her own, handing it back just after if he'll allow her to have it. She had the thermos, yes, but nothing to drink its contents from. ] Now.

That would be optimistic and I can but hope that is the case. That, and that we aren't imprisoned or otherwise put on trial for something we have no means of defending ourselves against. The best we could hope for, I suppose, would be a swift journey back home. But again, it certainly doesn't feel as though it will be so easy.

[ Her thoughts exactly, unfortunately. As well as a soft touch of concern in her words, difficult to where that sniper was aiming without being able to see the laser pointer on his chest. It may not be so different, but she has been considerable thought into those around her. Who was left. Who has left. Snake had only ever mentioned two friends to her, Niko and his engineer back home. And Niko was gone. She never sees him with anyone else, though she knows Miller is an acquaintance of his. Ahab... they never seemed to cross paths or speak of one another. Many others had found friendships amongst those brought here alongside them, but Snake has always been alone when she's seen him. He never speaks of others. His job secluded him further. ]

Whatever may be awaiting us, I hope we can stick together.

[ And she smooths away the worry and the undercurrent of malcontent to smile at him, lopsided though it may be (and brief, though still sincere). ]

[soldiergenes]

[ At this point Snake has at least figured out that Angela enjoys having him around, but he would never assume that his presence offers the same comfort and sense of ease that hers does for him. He doesn't have the nature to have that kind of effect, or at least that's how he thinks of it. In reality, he's done a lot of work in making others feel safe and protected, particularly in combat situations.

Angela doesn't need to apologize for mentioning the colony. Snake doesn't think it had been easy on anyone, and that's also the case for the majority of planets that they visit. It's a shame that she hadn't been around for the one decent place they went, that tropical resort planet where people had been allowed to buy as many material items as they wanted. Instead she'd had to deal with people transforming into monsters, although at least Snake hadn't burdened her during that time. ]

Can't argue with that. [ The Savrii have to be something like geniuses to have invented the Ingress technology, but for as smart as someone can be, they can also do plenty of stupid things. And the way they've handled themselves so far hasn't been encouraging, but only time will tell. Snake relinquishes the mug to Angela when she reaches for it, figuring that they'll refill it from the thermos if they run out. Whatever works.

So their options are: they're executed, they're put on trial and locked up, they're allowed to live on the Savrii's home planet, or they're actually treated as people and sent home. It's a wide range of different fates and they have no idea which one is the most likely at this juncture, but Angela makes a good point. For now, they at least have each other, and all the other people among the crew (who are still here, that is) who they've grown close to. Her sentiment isn't so different from Miller's: We'll face it together. ]

I don't know how much control we'll have over that, but... yeah, hopefully. [ With the mug back in his hands, Snake takes another sip and then heaves out a sigh, his warm breath misting in the cold air. When he catches Angela's smile, he reaches around her front to grip at her opposite shoulder and give it a squeeze, however reassuring that might be. ]

[cadeuces]

[ And he's done much the same for her in that regard; he's capable, intelligent, and he has a sense of duty in him that runs deep, helping others to safety and seeing everyone's accounted for even at a distance. He may not be as openly warm as Angela, nor does he invite himself into another's life with the calm insistence she may to help someone in need, but he sees that they're taken care of. Even if indirectly, dismantling the threat against those strangers he seeks to protect. He strikes her as someone who has excelled at just that.

Their trip to the mantis people's planet had been nice enough, with no real scope of the horrors that the crew had suffered before that point— she was intimately familiar with those that had followed, whether fortunately or unfortunately, and she had and will continue to do her best through them all. She's a tough lady and she could take it. She knows her limits. (And Snake would never be a burden on her; if it's within her power to help, she will gladly do her utmost.) Please. ]

I can't argue with your reservations about them, either. [ On the Savrii and the situation. He's perfectly well-founded in both. The good doctor sheds an anxious layer with a steady exhale and a dainty sip of her coffee, because at the end of the day, they have little power over what awaits them and worrying about it won't earn them any favor going forward. The simple act of commiserating with someone she cares about and the justification and understanding from drawing the same conclusions was enough to raise her spirits back up; moreso when he agrees to the proposition and allows it (and the coffee) to offer him some modicum of relief if his sigh said anything about it. ]

I'm glad.

[ Spoken with warmth, a soft admission that conveys volumes in accented English, filling the space between. It's only a glance for him to catch sight of her smile before he's reaching for her shoulder, and she covers his hand with her own with an appreciative little squeeze of her own, head tipping to press her cheek to his knuckles as slender fingers lace between his. He is reassuring, his steadiness like roots burrowed through shifting sand and slippery pebbles to the dense clay beneath, a force to hold up to the storm ahead. Angela falls quiet for a few long moments, thumb stroking along the side of his hand gently trapped at her shoulder as long as he'll allow her his comfort, before she finally works up the nerve to ask: ]

Haven't you grown weary of being alone?

[soldiergenes]

[ The thing is, not everyone is built for dismantling threats, and Snake doesn't think that they should be. Big Boss and Liquid alike had wanted one thing: a world where soldiers wouldn't become irrelevant. What they'd never understood was the whole point of fighting at all was to make sure that others didn't have to. It's a tough job, sure, but someone's got to do it. Just like someone such as Angela has to be the person to take all of those wounded soldiers and piece them back together. Snake feels a tingling at his forehead where she'd glued up that gash after the crash. It probably would have left a scar if it hadn't been for her.

At this point it would be naive not to have some reservations, but that's all they are for now. There's no action they can take on it until they make it through that portal and see what's on the other side, and Snake's already getting antsy, just wanting to get on with it at this point. Sticking around on this husk of a planet doesn't seem to have any point to it, anyway. Speaking with Angela at least allows some of the nervous energy to bleed out of him—if they can get some of their concerns off their chests, they'll be more prepared to face the unknown when that time finally comes.

The moment that he reaches out to make contact with her (something that Angela usually takes the lead on), she responds in kind, holding him in place as if worried that he'll pull away too soon. And maybe he would have if it hadn't been for her leaning into his touch, tying them to each other even if it was only through intertwining fingers.

But then she poses the question, something she's asked in a different way before. ("Is it so bad, for someone to learn more about you?") He shifts back a little so that he can meet her gaze, trying to peel back the layers of her question to figure out what she's really getting at. But he's never been very good at this kind of thing, so... ]

I'm not really alone at this point, am I? [ The past month of them sharing their company even more than they had aboard the Moira seems to argue the point. ]

[cadeuces]

[ Well, doesn't that set him a step above the rest? That he can set himself aside for the greater good and fight for the right reasons rather than to create more fighting, or the selfish desire to further his 'career' as it were. The problem with concepts of war and peace is that one would never be long without the other, ever a vicious cycle that required a balance on the other end. Eventually peace would end when someone would find reason to fight with someone else, whether it be resources or land or politics, religion— eventually war would end when enough blood was shed to sate the earth and the issue was either resolved or abandoned in light of its cost. She wishes she could be as bright-eyed as she'd once been to say that peace would always win and others would one day stop fighting, but she's seen too many good men and women fall to pettiness and jealousy, to the need for that balance. She remained optimistic, certainly, but she levels it with realism and tamps it down with the faintest touch of levity in light of the sorrows suffered. Angela has found her own balance in the world. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst indeed. It took a particular amount of understanding in just what was lost to be able to pull others back together, and she always did so with a careful hand and as much patience as possible.

Especially after someone was fighting for a cause they believed in. Making a difference until they were taken out of the fight. No matter what side they may have been on or what the outcome had been, isn't that worth someone's respect and time?

Angela's in much the same position, never one to drag out another's (or her own) suffering and the waiting is akin to slowly bleeding out, every day deflating further and further as they wait for the team to come back with parts from the Moira in an attempt to repair the Ingress the Savrii have guarded. There is nothing else they can do but wait and shed some of that energy together.

The hand at her shoulder is appreciated far more than he'd know, and that he even allows her to thread their fingers together and keep him is a small enough blessing— yet they're all in need of the little things, right now. That he took initiative is a pleasant surprise and one she'll embrace quite literally. When he shifts to look at her properly, she meets his gaze from where her cheek presses against his thumb. She can see him trying to parse her meaning, but his reply seems to be a little too literal than she'd intended. She at least has the decency to flush in response with a pinch of color in her cheeks. ]

I did mean that to be a little more long-standing; not just camping together for safety purposes.

[ She cares about you, ya dingus! If the fond smile he gets through her embarrassment is any indication, it's quite a lot. ]

[soldiergenes]

[ Snake is in much the same position in Angela, having experienced enough in his life to know that the end goal of an everlasting peace is unrealistic. That doesn't mean that they shouldn't fight for it all the same, that they shouldn't do what they can to keep as many people's hands bloodless as possible. Strange, to think that Big Boss and Liquid had feared a world without a place for them, when there had never been a chance of that. Snake chalks it up to insecurity, to that fear that every soldier has—that they're only good for one thing, and once that thing is gone, there won't be a point to them anymore.

It doesn't seem like he can do much in his current situation to protect anyone, but that hasn't stopped him from trying when the opportunity presents itself.

At this point he almost wishes he'd gone back to the Moira with the small team who'd volunteered to salvage the parts. It would have been a long trek, and he wouldn't have done much good except for the manual labor he could offer, but it would have at least felt like he was making progress instead of sitting around on his hands.

Then again, he's got Angela here, and she's holding his hand and blushing at him like they're somewhere else entirely. It's enough to make his stomach twist up on itself, especially when she clarifies her original question. Here it comes, the request for a commitment, for something more, and even now Snake wishes that she would be a little more direct instead of leaving him to fill in the gaps.

As things stand, though, he's going to have to take the plunge and make some assumptions to make sure that he understands her meaning. He clears his throat and his back straightens, some of that awkward tenseness returning to him. He really isn't good at this kind of thing, and it's painfully obvious. ]

You mean... living together? [ And whatever else is wrapped up in that, on top of it all? Snake can't say it's sudden, not when they've been growing closer by the months, but he still feels a little like the rug's been pulled out from under him. Maybe he's overreacting, or maybe he's jumping to conclusions, but he at least knows that Angela will be patient with him. ]

[cadeuces]

[ There's more to every soldier than the weapon in hand; it's the brain behind it, the body trained for those very moments they needed to settle a dispute for the good of their people, to take out threats to the world. And though it's clear just how hard it is to come back from a life like that, each and every one of them deserves a quiet life at the end of it all, the chance to rest and recuperate from injuries suffered, from hearts frozen and chipped away at. If she knew of his multiple retirements only to be drawn back in, she'd likely settle a little closer, encourage him to rest more often.

Thank him more sincerely for every time he has helped her, even if he's only saved her from real danger the once. He's been plenty human in the day-to-day. Their daily conversations, sharing the odd meal, taking the dogs out, helping her train Eiger— he's been wonderful to her, really and truly.

It's clear, though, that her attempts to be gentle are coming off closer to obtuse and he's tensing back up, reaching for her meaning and fumbling, and made uncomfortable in the clumsiness he has to display in doing so. But he doesn't withdraw his hand nor does he pull away from her aside from the straightening of his back, fixing her with a stare that's trying to pierce a thick fog between them. He isn't very good at it but neither is she— Angela's never sincerely pursued anyone, and most of her experiences were brief or one-off meetings instigated by others. There wasn't much room in her life back home for commitment either, at the rate she traveled about, but this wasn't "back home". Not for either of them. And they don't know what awaits the crew at large; this conversation could all be for naught the moment they step through this Ingress, but they'd both felt otherwise.

This is something to look forward to. A bright spot for the future; something to lean back on if what awaited them is a trial, and she knows she's disrupted whatever he could have expected of this conversation and she curls her fingers into his palm, nails dragging along sensitive skin worn by years of firearms and knives, from the draw of leads in gloved palms as he blazed through a white wilderness. She hadn't meant to send him reeling, and she's been unintentionally coy. To be a little more direct, then: ]

Well, while I certainly don't mind the company, I was thinking smaller steps. [ Gentle as she eases him back down from where he'd leapt up ahead, and yes, patient. ] Agreeing to spend more time together, getting to know each other a little better. Being there for one another. See where that takes us?

[ The look in her eyes is hopeful, if a pinch worried of the outcome. Of being burned by reaching too close to the fire, because really, while Snake has been a steady presence in her life and she's come to adore him dearly, they still didn't know much of each other— not often an important detail, because how they got to where they are mattered little when they know what sort of person the other is at their core, but clues to one's history... are helpful, more often than not. She had been obtuse because being direct seemed a likelier chance of rejection, and she doesn't want to ruin their friendship by trying to find something more in their bouts of flirting and proximity where it may not lie. Chances had to be taken, sometimes.

So, dear, she trusts you to catch her should she take this leap. ]

[soldiergenes]

[ Brief or one-off meetings more or less sums it up for Snake too, save for that one attempt with Meryl. Beforehand, when he was younger, he'd fooled around a little, but never even given thought to trying for something more serious. There wouldn't have been a point to it, and he'd only gone as far as he did because it had been taught to him as "that thing that everyone does." A way to fit in, as much as anything else.

If he and Angela ever leap across that chasm, though, it's not going to be a one-time fling. Not with the way that their friendship has played out so far. That's a huge ask for someone like him, who can't articulate the things he feels at the best of times. On top of that, he can't let her get involved with someone like him without telling her more about himself, the uglier parts that he doesn't divulge right off the bat.

Some of that initial dread fades away when Angela clarifies, though, and the light scrape of her fingernails over his palm also grounds him in the moment even as his thoughts try to carry him somewhere else. Of course she wasn't suggesting that; this is why he hates jumping to conclusions.

What she suggests sounds much more reasonable, a way to ease into whatever else the future might hold for them. She's essentially asking to deepen their friendship, and there's no reason he should refuse something like that, at the very least. Maybe he'll even work out the nerve to be a little more honest with her before it blows up in his face.

It's the concerned look on her face that really drives him to respond after a silence that must have dragged out too long, with only the fire to try and fill in the blanks. ] Sounds good to me. [ He sighs, knowing that this is the part where he'll have to be brutally honest with her. He never enjoys baring himself like this, holding out his neck and assuming that it won't be sliced open, but it has to be done. ] I don't have much experience with this kind of thing, Angela. [ And how often does he even use her name? He pulls his hands away to set them on his thighs, staring down at his lap. ] The one time I tried, it... didn't end well. [ He's tried to figure out whose fault it was, but in the end he knows both of them were to blame in their own ways, he and Meryl. He tilts his head to the side to look at Angela again. ] So if anything's ever bothering you, or I'm doing something that upsets you, just... let me know. [ No need to be obtuse, in other words. ]

[cadeuces]

[ There's no need to beat himself up over the mistake; the apology in her expression more than shows that it was her fault, aware that she'd been unintentionally vague in her conveyance. It's difficult to gauge just how candid to be about this, her hopes for what it could be or how much to ask to start with, but this place, right here, will be plenty. They have to see what awaits them through the Ingress— if they even make it, if it's a life they can settle down in. If it will result in a new ship and further travels. It's all an open book from this point on, but regardless, she knows she wants to take that leap beside him.

That might be a strange concept, but she has always run on instinct. She knows how she feels and at this point it's just wondering if he feels the same, an active effort to keep the nervous flutter in her chest at bay while she awaits a reply. They can take their time figuring one another out from here. Nerves or no, she waits for him patiently and doesn't outwardly appear to mind the gap until he agrees and she's unwinding, smile blooming— a soft huff of breath and the ease of her posture gives her away, relieved even if only for a moment. ]

I'm glad we're in agreeance, then.

[ His sigh that follows and what she can only describe as looking like he wants to run a hand over his face has her fingers fluttering between his, readjusting her grip to draw his hand up from her shoulder, pressing his palm to her cheek to encompass a multitude of assurances. That she's listening, that she cares, that this is a pleasant topic and not one in danger of flashing blades and opened arteries. That she accepts him for the gun-worn planes of his hands, callouses softened by blood and sweat. She won't force him to remain there, but she does withdraw her own to stroke down his arm, resting along the bend of his elbow as she soaks in the warmth of his touch while it lasts. Then his confession rises and he withdraws his hands to rest at his lap, shifting his gaze down.

That smile he's getting, now? This tiny quirk of a thing? It's a pinch shy and a dash embarrassed when she has to admit the same. (And maybe also to have her name on his lips. It's been a little while and it's only more intimate now, in the midst of this conversation.) ]

Then we're toeing the starting line together. That's not to say I'm altogether inexperienced and I'll offer everything I know, but I've not led a life conducive to relationships, long-term or otherwise. [ "The one time I tried," he says, and she can't help but wonder. A girlfriend? Engagement? Outright marriage? They're of an age that any and all could apply, and then wonders just what had happened. The curiosity is there in such a statement— that's his story to tell. What she'll offer, instead: ] Yet I'd still like to try, with you. We can take our time.

[ Angela's bracing herself back on one hand, curled over the edge of their temporary bench and a hair's breadth from touching his knee and watching him with a certain softness to her expression by the time he glances over at her, head tipped near her shoulder in return. She can't imagine he could do much to upset her short of outright ignoring her for weeks on end or suddenly turning volatile, but he's not the type. ]

The same offer extends to you, dear. Outright communication and honesty is always best, but I know things aren't often so easy. I already let you down on this, haven't I?

[ A touch of lightness for her earlier coy behavior, both in amusement and apology. One thing she does want to clarify, however, should come early on. ]

Though, David, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, either. If I ever bring up anything that goes too far, it's all right to say as much. We don't need to discuss anything you're not ready to bring up if ever I blindside you; there's no obligation if you'd like to take some time to think things over.

[ Really, truly— she wants to work with him. See this grow into something wonderful and relaxing, something that comes to them easily. Angela isn't seeking to change him into someone he isn't, and she doesn't expect him to bend so far he'd break. She'll be making no demands of him to be as affectionate as she is, set aside anxieties and fears, or anything else of the sort. ]

[soldiergenes]

[ It's strange to think that it's out here in the middle of space where something like this would develop. Then again, Snake usually doesn't get the chance to spend long periods of time around other people back home. He and Otacon are always moving around, following the next lead and trying to stay one step ahead of an organization that has way too much information about them. Here he's actually had the opportunity to get to know people, and so here they are.

Is it a bad idea? Maybe. But they both realize that it can only last for the period of time that they're both still out here. Relying on someone for companionship as they continue to face the unknown isn't such a bad idea. It's a surprise to see Angela looking relieved when he agrees, as if she'd been worried that he would reject her. For someone like him to rebuff someone like her would be ridiculous. There's no denying that he's the one lucking out here. He still can't understand why she's so taken with him, though; it's hard not to wonder when she'll realize she's made a huge mistake.

The way she places his hand against her cheek comes unexpectedly, though Snake resists the urge to pull back immediately. Angela is trying to show him that he doesn't need to withdraw, that she wants him near her both physically and figuratively, and it's up to him to be capable of that now. To move toward that openness without so much uncertainty.

It makes sense that Angela doesn't have a whole lot of experience either. She's a catch, there's no doubt about that, but someone like her would never have the time. Both of them are workaholics, but hopefully that means that they'll complement each other well. Neither of them will take it personally if sometimes the other is too busy to dedicate a lot of time to their relationship. (And just that word is a scary one to think, but he needs to get himself used to it.)

Snake nods when she indicates they can take their time, grateful for her patience. Rushing into things hadn't worked out for him last time, so maybe this will suit him better. With the way that she's turned toward him, it's up to him to not remain closed off, and so he also shifts on the log so that they're facing each other. He doesn't reach out just yet, but he's at least engaging with her. He shakes his head when she implies that she's let him down. Communication isn't always going to be perfect, but if both of them are making an effort, that should be worth something.

Hard as it is for Snake to imagine a scenario where Angela would go too far or say something that would make him uncomfortable, he takes her words to heart. They're starting this off on the right foot, if nothing else. He's pretty sure if anyone's going to somehow ruin this, it would be him, but that moment will wait until his guilt gets overwhelming.

She's friends with Ahab. What's he even supposed to do about that?

For now, though, he extends his hand toward her and lets it settle on her thigh. Something a little more intimate than the shoulder, but it's still meant as a comforting touch instead of anything inappropriate. ] It's not like you're asking for a lot right now. I don't see it as an obligation, so don't worry about it. Let's just try it out, take things slow, and see where we end up. [ All completely fair, from his perspective. ]

[cadeuces]

[ Stranger things have happened, certainly, than an overworked and busy woman single-mindedly focused on her career being rejected, no matter how amicable or attractive she may be to someone. She would think much the same of David, handsome and rugged as he is not to have suitors, others buying him drinks at a bar, sidling their way onto the stool beside him. Given a bit of persistence to get to know him, and he's been wonderful. A little patience to draw him out and he's proven loyal, kind. The longer she's watched him the more she's been convinced, watching him bend over backwards time and again, the quietest ways he grew protective of those around him, the care exerted in his presence.

They're both lucking out, to have found each other and grown to know one another, enjoy this as long as it can possibly last. She's not making a mistake; she's already certain. Not when he keeps his hand at her cheek where she's left it, though she's sure she surprised him and she knows him well enough that he's constantly aware of his surroundings, cautious. Anyone could walk up to their camp at any time, unlikely though it is at the moment. They have their privacy for at least another hour before "nightfall" swings in, and everyone returns from scavenging and hunting. it's become the routine already. He understands her meaning like this, in her tactility and the gesture itself, and he tries.

Angela and David both know what sort of lives the other leads, have an understanding of militaristic lives and backgrounds, of the responsibilities that have been placed upon them even nearing a century apart. It can work. It will work. She'll put her all into it; there should be no question of that.

He listens attentively as she speaks, nodding his understanding and conveying his gratitude with his proximity, the careful way he deduces her every syllable. And finally he turns to her, knee brushing against her wrist where she's braced herself, facing her full on to express himself to her properly. It'd been such a simple request but he's already following through with his full attention, attempting to show her that he'll meet her on this, that he's trying his best. Her smile couldn't be fonder as his touch comes to rest on her leg, the heat of his palm that'd warmed her cheek now seeping through her leggings, her own settling a hair's breadth from his, her pinky by his own, not pushing anything further. This is already something.

(And he's not going to ruin it.)

Instead, her shoulders draw up in the manner that can only be called amiable bashfulness, so happy with the result that it's trickling out in the faint color to her cheeks, the almost imperceptible way she turns further to face him, the twitch of slender fingers curving over her own thigh, drumming through once to fight the urge to twine her little finger over his. Don't push him. ]

That sounds perfect. [ And yes, completely fair. ] Thank you, David.

[ Then a little softer, shyer in her admission: ] I'm excited, even for... small steps, it's still the first one, you know?

[soldiergenes]

[ Maybe Snake would have had more suitors if he ever actually went to bars, but it's been decades since he bothered with that kind of thing. Too caught up in his work, too focused on staying under the radar. If he indulges in a drink these days, it's usually within the comfort of his own living space, as much as any of the places he's stayed recently could be called comfortable.

If he were to end up with anyone, it would have to be the sort of person who understood the life he lived and everything that came with it. Angela, with her experience on active battlefields, already passes that requirement. (The second one is being able to tolerate his smoking, and she seems to pass that too.)

When his hand lands on her thigh, Angela lets her own stray close enough to hint at touch without actually grasping for him. It speaks to her decision to take this one step at a time, to not push too hard too quickly, and he appreciates that. Not that he wants to be treated as if he's fragile, but it doesn't really feel like that either. It's more like the two of them have decided to set out toward something, and they're taking their time. Nothing wrong with that.

(He may still ruin it, but only time will tell.)

But what really puts the nail in the coffin is how she looks at him then. She's excited, genuinely so, color entering her cheeks and she even manages to look coy about the whole thing. It doesn't strike Snake as put on, either. This is just Angela, and for a moment his chest burns with the urge to clasp his palms on either side of her face and kiss the breath out of her.

They're alone here. No one would see. But he doesn't want to be impulsive when they'd just agreed to take this slow. ]

Nothing to thank me for. We're doing this together. [ He lifts his hand up from her leg to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. ] Just hoping you don't regret it. [ Well, he couldn't quite resist the urge to work that in, although the upward shift of his mouth is at least a sign that he's not entirely serious. It's part defensive maneuver, part warning. ]

[cadeuces]

[ (The acceptance of his smoking might be a stretch, but she can't say she's put off, either. It's a smell she's come to know, associate with close ones around her. Not a cheap ashiness but that of a rich, earthy tobacco— she remembers the smell of him on her pillow that first night of the crash. It's not bad at all.) When he doesn't press the proximity of her touch, it feels like an agreement. That they've understood the terms and conditions and they're accepting, signing their names at the bottom. It's such a simple thing, isn't it? But they both meet one another in full, speaking honestly and conveying beyond with these easy gestures, and it feels right.

So no, there's nothing wrong with that.

There's a flash of something over his face, a moment of heat and desire soon doused, and she only colors another shade with a quiet tip of her head, smile widening as she watches him. Wondering just what it'd been, what thought had run through his mind— it's a shame he decides against it, really. She'd melt.

Still does, a little, when he says the word together and reaches to smooth a stray lock behind her ear, her smile ticking one notch further and utterly smitten. (At least, until he sneaks in that follow-up where she falters just a fraction, brow furrowing gently despite the quirk of his mouth.) ]

You and that self-deprecation; you keep saying these things.

[ She covers his hand with her own at the end of the motion, slender fingers fitting between his just to give him a little squeeze, her tone almost sad. Worried. The curiosity eats at her and she wants so badly to know, even if she tries not to press. So with certainty: ]

I won't.

[soldiergenes]

[ The moment has already passed for Snake to impulsively seal the deal in a more final sort of way, and whatever boldness had filled him for that split second is now gone. Angela will have to remain both curious and patient for now, until the time is right. Maybe it shouldn't seem like such a significant thing to work up to, but for two people like them who are relatively unpracticed in all this, it makes sense.

Where before she held back, Angela grasps his hand now to offer that reassurance that she isn't going to turn her back on him after they made this agreement. Not that he would blame her if it came to that, even with all of her words to the contrary. She's entered into this not knowing all of the pertinent details about him. That's not fair, and he knows it, yet he's still too much of a coward to get the words out now.

Ultimately he turns himself around so that they're both facing the heat of the fire, and they sit in companionable silence for some time then, fingers still interlocked at their sides. Snake doesn't mind it at all; if anything, it's important to know that Angela can grant him this kind of peace, too.

But there's something else that's been gnawing at his thoughts for the past few days, and Angela's someone he trusts to speak to about it—not to mention she may be personally involved in one way or another.

So he shifts to look at her face again, still lit up by the slowly-dying flames. ] I wanted to ask you something. About a guy running around calling himself Reaper. [ He pauses then, wanting to gauge her reaction to that first. ]

[cadeuces]

[ Well, she's held out longer for other things; the moment passes and she accepts that. Almost as readily as she accepts him turning to face the fire with her, keeping ahold of her hand between them as her grip flutters, readjusting, allowing his fingers to fit cozier between her own, thumb smoothing along the side of his hand at an easy pace. And she leans against him for a playful little bump, shoulder to shoulder, and she may even stay if he doesn't tense up on her.

The silence is companionable. It always was. Her smile remains an idle little thing curling her lips as the minutes fly by and the fire crackles, spending the beginning moments of this in peace and quiet, bathed in warmth and hand in his, letting it sink in. It may be an obligation, long-standing and concrete, but it's a foundation beneath her feet rather than a weight on her shoulders. He steadies her much as the reverse is true.

His voice is almost sudden— would have been were he anyone else and his shift that brings his knee to hers hadn't preceded it, but the warm gravel soothes rather than startles and it eases into her presence, rousing from the near-doze she'd drifted into at his side with a soft little hmmm?

Yet the name visibly stills her, her smile falling a fraction, losing some of its warmth. And she stiffens almost imperceptibly, but most of all it's in her left arm drawing up against her. ]

...Reaper. Yes. Have you run into him?

[soldiergenes]

[ It's not often that Snake offers his shoulder like this, but it's not about Angela needing support from him, the so-called shoulder to cry on. It's something simpler than that, just her enjoying his presence next to her—and so he doesn't tense, shifting a little to make it easier for her to adjust her position against him.

His intention certainly hadn't been to startle Angela, or wake her up from her doze, not realizing that she was drifting off while he stared into the fire, his thoughts running circles in his head. It's never been easy for him to wind down, and this is something he'd like to get off his chest before he even makes the attempt to turn in.

The reaction that Angela gives in response to that name is subtle, but given how close she is to him, Snake is able to pick up on it. A slight tensing, the way that she draws her arm in against herself, and that alone answers a lot of his questions. She has some sort of history with Reaper, which probably means his suspicions are true. ]

Twice. Once when he was trying to kill someone and I stepped in, and once here. The second time he didn't have all of those weird abilities, looked more like a person. [ He clears his throat and studies Angela's face for any other tells. ] Kind of familiar, too.

[ His features resembling a man who had been in Angela's photographs, if with some age lines added, some graying in the hair. ]

[cadeuces]

[ He's better for it than he knows. He's all muscle, yes, so he's not necessarily soft, but he's comfortable and sturdy. Physically and otherwise as it turns out. It's far too easy to enjoy the moment and float along in it, sunbathing on a lake and far from this desolate planet when she closes her eyes.

It's a good start.

Even with the mention drawing up memories not always the fondest. She's not sure she could say all her memories with any one person were all fond. That's what made people so interesting in the end. What gave them a back and forth and allowed you to really know somebody.

He's digging into a bit of that with her now, for instance. Watching her as he continues, as she begins to answer and he's gauging the tension in her frame. ]

I would imagine he would. I've ran into him looking human again as well a few months back. When everyone had been changing. He's... one of the commanders of Overwatch. Or used to be, at the very least. You saw him in my photographs as he was, once. Gabriel Reyes. He headed Blackwatch; the covert ops portion of Overwatch. Before the Swiss Headquarters exploded with both he and Jack inside.

Last I knew, until I met him aboard the Moira, he was dead for six years. Realizing who he is, now, he's been working as a mercenary back home. And here, upon arrival, he hurt people we knew. [ And her, but that is not so easily admitted to. It was paltry in comparison. Accidental, all things considered. He'd been panicking. Even though she understood, it had re-framed her impression of whatever relationship may still have remained, if she could ever have called it that. The only show is in her left hand reaching across her to wrap about her right bicep, held to her stomach almost protectively, the faint pinch of her brows that says it's difficult to speak of her old commander this way. ] Then it was quiet. I hardly ever see him.

...You said he was trying to kill someone?

[soldiergenes]

[ Angela has always been forthcoming with Snake and this time is no different. He'd already had his suspicions but she doesn't make him ask her outright, offering the information up instead. So he'd been right after all. Gabriel Reyes, one of the commanders of Overwatch. Or Blackwatch, apparently. It would make sense for an organization like Overwatch to split off its covert operations and give it a different name, for the sake of public image.

So both of the commanders had been blown sky high, but one of them isn't as dead as previously thought. Or at least not completely so. Whatever happened to him after that explosion must have led to his strange set of abilities, and the dampening of powers in this place had reverted him (at least somewhat) to what he'd once looked like. It fits in with what 76 told him about being a mercenary, and the two of them must have crossed paths somewhere in the past six years.

Snake's busy letting that all sink in, working out how it all fits together, when he notices Angela curling in on herself even more. He glances over at her, studies the way that she cradles her arm, and considers her words. Reaper had hurt people. He'd tried to kill 76.

Instead of answering her question, he shoots back one of his own, voice sharper than usual. ]

He attacked you?

[ Just a guess, but given her body language and the fact that this Reaper character seemed to have it out for anyone else from his world, it seems likely. ]

[cadeuces]

[ Angela has always tried to be forthcoming, yes, without overwhelming him. Any information held back is simply for the sake of pacing rather than secrecy, sure she'd find a place to add more details along the way. She shares with him in hopes of prompting him to share in return, so that he knows she's giving him his trust. She tries not to ask too many questions but it isn't for lack of interest; he can share at his own pace, and ask what he pleases and decide how much to share in turn.

Except he notices the reflexive motion as she brings up Gabriel hurting others, because of course he would. And much as he dodges her question, she doesn't give the most forthright of answers for a change.

The last thing Angela wants is for anyone to go seeking more trouble, least of all on her behalf. It takes a bit of effort to unfurl herself and make her arm behave, stretching back out to cup her knee. The tone of his voice is cutting enough to know he's upset with the prospect. ]

It was close enough to an accident. It was when he was human. Vulnerable. Recognizable, more importantly. He was panicking and he lashed out at whoever he ran into. [ She holds her arm up across her face, forearm connecting to her right cheekbone. ] I startled him and he just threw punches. The first I deflected, the second caught me. The breaks healed within a few hours. That wasn't the important part. I got ahead of myself thinking that our friendship would go further, I suppose. That perhaps I could help him, somehow, and be an anchor of sorts where the rest couldn't.

I was mistaken in that.

[ Angela was perhaps best of them all at setting her personal feelings and opinions aside to help someone, as a doctor; that didn't change on the topic of Gabriel, but she'd also been burned by it. It hadn't stopped him from throwing those punches and his recognition had done little before or after the fact. He hadn't even seemed apologetic about it when she proceeded to help him hide out and calm himself, splinting her arm right in front of him. He hadn't cared. That had hurt the most. ]

I've not seen him since.

[soldiergenes]

[ Angela's hesitance is something that Snake can feel hanging in the air. She doesn't want to admit to it, but that moment of reluctance practically answers the question for him. This Reaper character had hurt her and she hadn't wanted anyone to find out. Because apparently everyone else was allowed to show their wounds and get them treated, but she isn't.

Immediately Angela jumps to Reaper's defense, almost like she can't help herself. She always gives the people around her the benefit of the doubt, even when they don't deserve it, and sometimes it can drive Snake up the wall.

Maybe it had been an accident, but accidents didn't usually leave someone with a broken arm, so Snake isn't buying it. His frown sets deep lines in his face and he's sitting up straight, looking like he's half-ready to stand up and go track Reaper down again to give him a piece of his mind. Not that he knows where he got off to after their encounter earlier. ]

At least he's got enough sense not to get near you again after that.

[ His eyes flick to meet hers and he sets his jaw. Snake doesn't get firm or put his foot down about many things. Their friendship is usually something easier than that. But he isn't going to let something like this happen to her again. ]

If that changes, though, and he tracks you down again, contact me. I fought him off once before, I can do it again.

[ Granted, he'd had 76's help in that and Snake knows he didn't really win the fight so much as Reaper had decided it was too much trouble, but that won't stop him from going for round two if it comes to that. ]

[cadeuces]

[ That's exactly how it is. She's all right and had healed, and nothing else had come of it; it hadn't been necessary to raise alarm. 'Hurt feelings' ranked rather low on the totem pole, in the end. Even now trying to explain it, she wants it made clear that there were other factors. It wasn't just aggression and it wasn't just aimed at her; she'd just had a head-on collision with it. It'd been the actions after that had hurt. The lack of care. A brief flicker of sympathetic pain and nothing else. No apologies, no patience, no assistance.

It would be just as easy to assume she'd imagined it, but she'd clung to it regardless. She helped him hide out and then just as quick he was gone.

David sits up straighter and he seems ready to take action, but her fingers laced through his clutch him a litter tighter, reaffirming her presence at his side in silent request. To stay, to let it go. She doesn't want him upset because of her. ]

Gabriel's an intelligent man. More of that remains than he seems ready to come to terms with. He'd helped lead Overwatch, after all, for all those years— any international organization requires it, even if he hadn't had the political finesse that Jack had. I don't imagine he will be, after everything, no.

[ Yet he's turning to look at her with the lock of his jaw set stubbornly, ensuring his intention is made clear. He's rewarded with the tip of her head and an impossibly fond smile, even if her brows pinch for it. She's covering his hand with her other, thumb smoothing over his wrist as she turns to face him as well. ]

You're a wonderful man, David. More than you give yourself credit for. I don't want you getting hurt because of me, and he was physically enhanced even before he became... whatever it is that's happened to him. [ She's not calling him weak or normal by any stretch; Angela's trusted herself at his side before and knows he's beyond capable. But can he match up against a super soldier? She doesn't know. ] Don't be reckless. He won't hurt me without reason, I know that much. And I don't plan on giving him reason.

[ Still, she brings his hand up between hers and presses a kiss to the base of his thumb. ]

Thank you. Even just for the sentiment.

[soldiergenes]

[ Maybe Reyes is as sharp as Angela says, but his rage, by definition, isn't well-controlled. That kind of intense emotion is bound to make even a smart man do some stupid things. Maybe he hadn't meant to hurt Angela and maybe he'd only been lashing out, but Snake can't so easily abide someone who doesn't take responsibility for their actions when all is said and done.

Angela wants to keep him in place at her side and make sure that he doesn't do anything stupid, and Snake knows that he isn't going to act on his anger no matter how he might feel right now. It'll be a different story if he runs into Reaper again. If nothing else, he'll be giving him a piece of his mind.

He may not be a super soldier, but he's fought against some impressive foes in the past, even someone who could read his mind and predict his movements. If he has to go toe-to-toe with some kind of smoke monster (again) because Angela is in danger? He'll do it. ]

I can't make any promises. [ Snake would rather not tell Angela he won't be reckless and then end up doing something anyway, and disappointing her. ] But I won't hunt him down unless he starts making trouble again. [ That seems like a fair compromise to him.

His own brow pinches when Angela kisses his hand, her soft forgiveness contrasting starkly with his buried anger. But if she can't bring herself to be angry about what was done to her, then he'll do it for her. ]

I don't plan on letting anyone hurt you, that's all. [ He's hit with another urge, this time to reach out and stroke her face, because she's important to him and he wants her to understand that, but instead he tugs her back toward his side. ]

[cadeuces]

[ Fair enough, expecting others to take responsibility for their own actions. And irrationality has never led to greener pastures by any means. But he stays beside her as she asks, even through the clasp of her fingers through his, and he seems to settle from any fancy that had bitten him— the anger doesn't fade, not entirely, but it softens enough that she knows he won't run right off. That was the most she'd ask of him; no reckless behavior. They're both beyond that stage in life. (Haha no they're not.)

His reply comes honest enough, and while she does sigh, quietly, she's not terribly disappointed. A little exasperated and not much more. At least he isn't saying otherwise and going back on it; she recognizes that much and her thanks is in the gentle squeeze of his hand. ]

If that's our middleground, I'll take it. Just... don't go alone, all right? If it comes down to it.

[ She doesn't want him getting hurt where no one can find him. Where she can't find him. With tanned skin against her lips, she can feel the furrow of his brows more than see it when she isn't looking, but he's a tense presence beside her and his anger still simmers beneath the surface. If ever there were a time she doubted his connection to Ahab, it wasn't now. "Venom" Snake and Solid Snake, though Ahab's anger ran in deeper veins further from the surface than David's. This was present and clear to see more often than not, nothing hidden from sight.

Once she grew to know him, he wasn't so mysterious after all. She can read him so easily and he's honest in everything. His words, his actions, even if he stumbles. Even here, his voice rasps but he's genuine in what he expresses, so much so that it leaves her chest tight and her fondness swelling, thankful for him and the care he shows for her. It's something she turns upward to him in her smile, tugged back against his side and taking the move to draw his arm up over her shoulders, fingers still laced through his.

And she'll press up against him close, head tipped back onto his shoulder. ]

I don't plan on letting anyone hurt you, either. I hope you'll forgive the mutual protective streak.

[ Angela knows she's important to him even without his hand to her face or turning to kiss her. For him to act this way with her, to say what he's said and mean it, there's no way she doesn't understand what it boils down to, and she appreciates it deeply. They can spend a few moments letting that sink in, her free hand stroking up his back as she fits against him comfortably, but eventually: ]

It's just about time to turn in though, isn't it.

[ Always too soon. ]

[soldiergenes]

[ Don't go alone. Snake isn't entirely sure who he would ask to help him when it came to putting Reaper in his place. Soldier: 76, maybe. They've already got some experience fighting him together, for what that's worth, and it's obvious that 76 has his bone to pick too. That's a thought he can shelve for later, though. It's not an immediate concern, but something to keep in mind. He nods in a silent confirmation of Angela's request.

It's true that for someone whose career involves espionage, Snake is a surprisingly straightforward and honest person. He isn't good at the deceiving part of spy work. He can keep secrets if needed, but acting like anyone other than himself isn't his area of expertise. (The whole Plisken act is proof of that.)

Angela tucks herself in against him and allows him to wrap his arm around her shoulders, letting his hand dangle as he holds her close against him. It's a comfort to both of them, a physical closeness that Snake may not be used to but that he is coming to enjoy more and more. This is something he never really got to have. Who would have thought he'd find it out here, on some abandoned planet lightyears away from anything he knows?

As hard as it might be to imagine someone like Angela fighting to protect someone like him, Snake appreciates the sentiment. And she certainly has her ways of watching out for him, given her ability to heal. She'll always be there to patch him up after his battles, and she hasn't hesitated to join him in the fray either. ] It's only fair, I guess.

[ With the way she's stroking his back and the quiet crackle of the fire, Snake could have sat there for hours more. But Angela's right that they need their rest, given that they have no idea what the future holds. If they ever really did. He nods and begins to stand, drawing her up with him so they can move toward the tent set up nearby.

They may not know what's coming, but they know they're going to face it together, and that's going to have to be good enough. ]