[ Well, Angela hasn't decided to backpedal on her decision to give him a key to her house, even after all this. That means that she trusts him to keep anything that goes on within these four walls confidential, not that Snake imagines she makes a habit of housing old commanders in her home. Especially not if it's Reaper, but that seems unlikely given the little that Snake already knows about how they all relate to each other. Either way, he finds himself fiddling with the key in his pocket as they speak, as he processes the full meaning of that gesture. He can come and go as he likes—what a strange thought.
They're not at a point where they're actually sharing living space, despite his misplaced assumptions back at the Midway Hub, but they might one day reach that point. Except that he still hasn't told Angela so much, and there might come a day where she finds her trust had been handed out in error. Or that she doesn't want a man like him setting foot in her house anymore.
(Again, that's a conversation for another day.)
There's really no reason for Angela to be embarrassed by any of this. The fact that at least one of her superiors didn't betray her in the most cutting way is surprising enough. Snake can't say he can claim the same, unless he counts Miller. The rest of the people who he'd reported to over his long career, though, had always ended up disappointing him. Even if 76 had kept her in the dark for what must have been months, Angela still speaks about him with the highest regard. Snake catches that little smile, though, the one that's more pained than anything else. His stomach clenches with anger he can't actually do anything with, and he breathes out.
It's true that 76 had seemed to have other people's well-being in mind, even with all of his gruffness. The help he'd offered to the slaves back on the mini colony, and even the extra effort he'd put in to gather supplies on the Midway Hub, it had all spoken to someone who gave a damn at the end of the day.
Snake nods when Angela questions how he knows 76. Or Jack, as she called him, though just because he has a name doesn't mean he wants to go by it. ] Yeah, we worked together a few times. No threats. [ Not that Angela has anything to worry about there. 76 might have some special enhancements, but Snake is still perfectly capable of holding his own, had anything happened.
Angela says she's thankful, but Snake doesn't know if it should be that simple. Maybe it's that protectiveness rearing its head again, but he can't stop himself from questioning what she'd said. He straightens his shoulders and tries to find her gaze, tipping his chin down slightly. ] For one reason or another? [ He echoes her own words back at her. ] Seems like it'd need to be a pretty good one.
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They're not at a point where they're actually sharing living space, despite his misplaced assumptions back at the Midway Hub, but they might one day reach that point. Except that he still hasn't told Angela so much, and there might come a day where she finds her trust had been handed out in error. Or that she doesn't want a man like him setting foot in her house anymore.
(Again, that's a conversation for another day.)
There's really no reason for Angela to be embarrassed by any of this. The fact that at least one of her superiors didn't betray her in the most cutting way is surprising enough. Snake can't say he can claim the same, unless he counts Miller. The rest of the people who he'd reported to over his long career, though, had always ended up disappointing him. Even if 76 had kept her in the dark for what must have been months, Angela still speaks about him with the highest regard. Snake catches that little smile, though, the one that's more pained than anything else. His stomach clenches with anger he can't actually do anything with, and he breathes out.
It's true that 76 had seemed to have other people's well-being in mind, even with all of his gruffness. The help he'd offered to the slaves back on the mini colony, and even the extra effort he'd put in to gather supplies on the Midway Hub, it had all spoken to someone who gave a damn at the end of the day.
Snake nods when Angela questions how he knows 76. Or Jack, as she called him, though just because he has a name doesn't mean he wants to go by it. ] Yeah, we worked together a few times. No threats. [ Not that Angela has anything to worry about there. 76 might have some special enhancements, but Snake is still perfectly capable of holding his own, had anything happened.
Angela says she's thankful, but Snake doesn't know if it should be that simple. Maybe it's that protectiveness rearing its head again, but he can't stop himself from questioning what she'd said. He straightens his shoulders and tries to find her gaze, tipping his chin down slightly. ] For one reason or another? [ He echoes her own words back at her. ] Seems like it'd need to be a pretty good one.