[ It's a good truth, in the end. Or she wouldn't be fighting so hard to preserve it. Jack had done so many wonderful things for the world and for all of them, personally, and it feels as though everyone is being so short-sighted about it. The balance was difficult but not impossible, and it's made even easier speaking with someone who isn't throwing it back in her face, allowing her into their personal space and holding her right where she is.
With the weight of that complexity readily accepted, even. ]
Perhaps not easy, no, but the human body is a wonderful thing. Usually all you need is a bit more time.
[ Which is to say, she's confident she can take on anything— even a mysterious little statement like that. Even if it might take a little bit to properly absorb it. It shows in the little smile she turns to give him once she's settled and his arm fits comfortably about her, head tipping in the slightest curiosity to see him wince. But then he's leaning forward and his head comes to rest at her shoulder, and she tips head head against his as she settles into working.
It's a brief lull as she disconnects and reconnects another chunk of wires after a wipe-down, ensuring the connections are clean, and then she's finished the elbow. Her attentions shift to the opposite end at the wrist, settling right into work. With the inner workings streamlined, she can work open the casing about the joints, clean and re-grease everything, and he should be good as new.
She can feel the faintest hint of the shrapnel in his brow at her shoulder when she moves her arm. The cut of his eyepatch ties across the bridge of his nose. All the little things that reaffirm that this is real for both of them, and she's smiling again.
It was always so easy. Just settling into a comfortable place with him. It only falters when he's tightening his hold around her waist with his words, leaning her head against his with a fraction more weight. ]
Are you saying you've been ruined by things you've learned, in your years? I think there's far more to you and me than that.
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With the weight of that complexity readily accepted, even. ]
Perhaps not easy, no, but the human body is a wonderful thing. Usually all you need is a bit more time.
[ Which is to say, she's confident she can take on anything— even a mysterious little statement like that. Even if it might take a little bit to properly absorb it. It shows in the little smile she turns to give him once she's settled and his arm fits comfortably about her, head tipping in the slightest curiosity to see him wince. But then he's leaning forward and his head comes to rest at her shoulder, and she tips head head against his as she settles into working.
It's a brief lull as she disconnects and reconnects another chunk of wires after a wipe-down, ensuring the connections are clean, and then she's finished the elbow. Her attentions shift to the opposite end at the wrist, settling right into work. With the inner workings streamlined, she can work open the casing about the joints, clean and re-grease everything, and he should be good as new.
She can feel the faintest hint of the shrapnel in his brow at her shoulder when she moves her arm. The cut of his eyepatch ties across the bridge of his nose. All the little things that reaffirm that this is real for both of them, and she's smiling again.
It was always so easy. Just settling into a comfortable place with him. It only falters when he's tightening his hold around her waist with his words, leaning her head against his with a fraction more weight. ]
Are you saying you've been ruined by things you've learned, in your years? I think there's far more to you and me than that.