The line of South’s shoulders pulls tighter, tenser, and for a moment she isn’t even entirely sure he’s talking to her, rather than someone nearby. Why would he break the silence now?
And then she remembers how he’d called to check on her after the Price thing, when they still weren’t talking then. He really can’t help himself, can he? She doesn’t know how well this bodes for anything to have changed.
“I’m fine,” she says, trying and mostly failing to sound less tense than she is. “‘ve had worse.” A beat, then, “...you?”
Goddammit. She folds her arms tight under her chest. Anja’s head peeks out from the coil wrapped around South’s shoulders and throat, barely noticeable, to do something between glare protectively and watch uneasily.
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The line of South’s shoulders pulls tighter, tenser, and for a moment she isn’t even entirely sure he’s talking to her, rather than someone nearby. Why would he break the silence now?
And then she remembers how he’d called to check on her after the Price thing, when they still weren’t talking then. He really can’t help himself, can he? She doesn’t know how well this bodes for anything to have changed.
“I’m fine,” she says, trying and mostly failing to sound less tense than she is. “‘ve had worse.” A beat, then, “...you?”
Goddammit. She folds her arms tight under her chest. Anja’s head peeks out from the coil wrapped around South’s shoulders and throat, barely noticeable, to do something between glare protectively and watch uneasily.