[ Where anyone else may be put off by his lack of verbal expression, Angela found it familiar. Endearing. She could feel the emotion put into what words he did use and the careful way he spoke them, and it's an odd little thought to get stuck in her head when she's trying to focus on keep down the nausea and the vertigo she's simply been too busy to acknowledge.
Before she gets a chance to so much as stumble there's a sturdy hand at her back; he's quick to catch control of her before she can fall. Her laugh is about as steady as she is, stuttering and breathy and for just a split moment her head tips and one of her knees goes loose. The same moment she exhales, actually, relief at his presence clear. ]
I'm... so sorry, thank you for— oh!
[ If it'd been spinning before he really shakes her up when his hand settles at her waist and he's scooping her legs up, yet just as suddenly her stomach's settling and she's finding herself at ease. Not having to worry about her body misbehaving; the breath she'd sucked in with her surprise is held just long enough to settle, easing out of her on a sigh as she nearly goes limp in his arms.
She could do the polite thing and put up an argument. It wouldn't fool either of them, though, and really? The second she'd sat down to compose herself, she realized chances were slim she'd be able to get back up. A part of her had been resigned to catching some hours in the hallway.
She could, but her head rests against his chest and she can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. No irritation, exertion, nervous fluttering. She relaxes further against him and you would think closing one's eyes would make one's dizziness worse, but she anchors herself instead on his heartbeat as she does exactly this. Relying in his sturdiness instead of her own. Her tone is plenty playful even if it's exhausted, voice soft. ]
Are you offering it, 'soldier'?
[ Her fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, though, right over his sternum. She'll take a moment to steady her breathing before opening her eyes— a battle all its own just to manage halfway. ]
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Before she gets a chance to so much as stumble there's a sturdy hand at her back; he's quick to catch control of her before she can fall. Her laugh is about as steady as she is, stuttering and breathy and for just a split moment her head tips and one of her knees goes loose. The same moment she exhales, actually, relief at his presence clear. ]
I'm... so sorry, thank you for— oh!
[ If it'd been spinning before he really shakes her up when his hand settles at her waist and he's scooping her legs up, yet just as suddenly her stomach's settling and she's finding herself at ease. Not having to worry about her body misbehaving; the breath she'd sucked in with her surprise is held just long enough to settle, easing out of her on a sigh as she nearly goes limp in his arms.
She could do the polite thing and put up an argument. It wouldn't fool either of them, though, and really? The second she'd sat down to compose herself, she realized chances were slim she'd be able to get back up. A part of her had been resigned to catching some hours in the hallway.
She could, but her head rests against his chest and she can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. No irritation, exertion, nervous fluttering. She relaxes further against him and you would think closing one's eyes would make one's dizziness worse, but she anchors herself instead on his heartbeat as she does exactly this. Relying in his sturdiness instead of her own. Her tone is plenty playful even if it's exhausted, voice soft. ]
Are you offering it, 'soldier'?
[ Her fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, though, right over his sternum. She'll take a moment to steady her breathing before opening her eyes— a battle all its own just to manage halfway. ]
Thank you.