[ With that single step, the air around them suddenly seems to grow heavy, like she's raised a loaded gun. Maybe she has, at least metaphorically speaking. He's been here long enough to understand the way these events work even if he doesn't always follow their current, and even if she hadn't been what he'd had in mind when he'd set off at the top of the evening, she's here, now.
She's just a kid. Could've been his, if Vought hadn't had him on such a tight leash for such a long time. But she wants something, or rather, she's looking for something, and the streak of arrogance that colors his blood wants to say that it's him. That's why they've crossed paths like this, isn't it?
The muscles in his jaw work as he looks at her (smells her, the sweat on her skin); he feels the way he does before a fight — a real one, not a laser beam one and done. When he speaks again, his voice barely crests above a whisper. ]
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She's just a kid. Could've been his, if Vought hadn't had him on such a tight leash for such a long time. But she wants something, or rather, she's looking for something, and the streak of arrogance that colors his blood wants to say that it's him. That's why they've crossed paths like this, isn't it?
The muscles in his jaw work as he looks at her (smells her, the sweat on her skin); he feels the way he does before a fight — a real one, not a laser beam one and done. When he speaks again, his voice barely crests above a whisper. ]
Do you want to?