[ as much as he wants to touch her, he waits through the cry, nothing but a reassuring pressure at her shoulders as he pushes his emotions down — until she settles (and he recalibrates) to smooth his fingers back over her jaw, a transfer of composure and resolve. if the lowest point in the coming two years gave him anything of use, it's this: an ability to control his emotions. frightening, sometimes, when he shuts them off, but useful.
can't stay away just now, of course, when he worries she'll ask that of him soon enough. (and he'll give her space; he'll give her anything.) ]
Enough, maybe. [ for now, when two years of missions would overwhelm anyone, even without the nature of their journey together. he'll have to give her more, when all he does is talk about her. girlfriend, partner, better half. most of the displaced will recognise her by name alone and know everything from her specialities in the field to the bravery in heart.
maybe that can wait until the morning. ]
We're okay. There. [ separated by seventy-four years and an oncoming apocalypse? a snap that'll knock half the planet out of existence? with a shadow stuck to his feet, ready to rise up. ] Here. [ an unstable world, where they flicker in and out, with no promise of tomorrow? ]
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can't stay away just now, of course, when he worries she'll ask that of him soon enough. (and he'll give her space; he'll give her anything.) ]
Enough, maybe. [ for now, when two years of missions would overwhelm anyone, even without the nature of their journey together. he'll have to give her more, when all he does is talk about her. girlfriend, partner, better half. most of the displaced will recognise her by name alone and know everything from her specialities in the field to the bravery in heart.
maybe that can wait until the morning. ]
We're okay. There. [ separated by seventy-four years and an oncoming apocalypse? a snap that'll knock half the planet out of existence? with a shadow stuck to his feet, ready to rise up. ] Here. [ an unstable world, where they flicker in and out, with no promise of tomorrow? ]
[ voice firm — ] Promise.
[ oh, fitz. ]