thecanarylives: (neutral: hands hips)
thecanarylives ([personal profile] thecanarylives) wrote in [personal profile] dark_ages 2020-08-17 07:20 pm (UTC)

[ She shrugs it off, putting on another smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. ]

It's fine. I'll drop by after my shift.

[ She lets her fingertips linger against the bedside a moment, then takes a step back. ] See you, Doc.

--

[ She's running late. Partly because training went longer than expected, but also because she's been taking her sweet time. Tidying up the gym, getting in her own nightly workout, showering and changing into a fresh uniform. A time or two - okay, more than that - she's half-convinced herself not to show, but besides the fact that it's still her fault he'd end up kidnapped and beaten to a pulp, there's still that aching need inside her to see him again. And not just to make sure he's properly healed.

It's late into the night, so the hallway's empty enough that she won't be spotted by too many curious eyes. She's had the bulk of the day to think of what the hell she's supposed to say to him tonight, and yet, by the time she's buzzing the door to his quarters, she's still come up with nothing. ]

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