[She's surprised by it, distracted as she is compiling data to send to Jack— she never had the chance to organize it when she'd rifled through the Legion's files the first time— fingertips coursing across the holographic interface and then...stopping. Evening out alongside the slope of her shoulders, making it easier for him to rest.
After the day he's had, she won't bother giving him any grief; wouldn't be fair.
The screen's diffused with a flick of her claws (if he bothers to look, it'll just look like a network of familiar symbols, certain keywords— maybe espionage squad research?) that hand coming up to rest gently across the side of his cheek. His temple. Nails buried in soft hair and scuffing through it in slow, comforting circles.]
Hey.
[Eloquent, as always.]
If I knew you were coming so soon I'd have stopped off to get you some chela.
[Right now? That's a lie: she doesn't know how long it's been since she last organized meetings between Widowmaker and Reaper, spoke with Jack, sifted out the intel he needed versus what she's claimed for herself, met with Locus, talked down Lena, and—
Well, maybe she had the time after all, but not the mental wick left to burn.]
no subject
After the day he's had, she won't bother giving him any grief; wouldn't be fair.
The screen's diffused with a flick of her claws (if he bothers to look, it'll just look like a network of familiar symbols, certain keywords— maybe espionage squad research?) that hand coming up to rest gently across the side of his cheek. His temple. Nails buried in soft hair and scuffing through it in slow, comforting circles.]
Hey.
[Eloquent, as always.]
If I knew you were coming so soon I'd have stopped off to get you some chela.
[Right now? That's a lie: she doesn't know how long it's been since she last organized meetings between Widowmaker and Reaper, spoke with Jack, sifted out the intel he needed versus what she's claimed for herself, met with Locus, talked down Lena, and—
Well, maybe she had the time after all, but not the mental wick left to burn.]