You look like shit. [ Fondly and amiably, still grinning, and it seemed a little less than honest as he wet his lips, looking her over. Yeah, not saying that thought aloud. Even if she had just kissed him on the lips. ]
Yeah, well. Could be worse. When I first got hit with it, I was coughing up feathers for like five days. It's almost worn off, now.
[ He let his hand drop to her hip, thumb pressing into the hollow in a companionable and yet far too intimate way. ]
I'm off to the safe house in like thirty minutes. Supposed to lay low a few days. You?
[ It was framed as if he was questioning what she was going to be getting up to, but it was actually an invitation, the note of hope a little too obvious in his voice. He'd missed her just as badly, even if he had to play it like he didn't, and getting to just relax a few days with her sounded like a vision of heaven, right now. ]
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Yeah, well. Could be worse. When I first got hit with it, I was coughing up feathers for like five days. It's almost worn off, now.
[ He let his hand drop to her hip, thumb pressing into the hollow in a companionable and yet far too intimate way. ]
I'm off to the safe house in like thirty minutes. Supposed to lay low a few days. You?
[ It was framed as if he was questioning what she was going to be getting up to, but it was actually an invitation, the note of hope a little too obvious in his voice. He'd missed her just as badly, even if he had to play it like he didn't, and getting to just relax a few days with her sounded like a vision of heaven, right now. ]