[He's warm. It's an afterthought, really, but...well, there it is.]
I don't know.
You both seem like you'll pull through this time around. [With a forced wryness; incapable of swallowing down either the weight or sincerity of this interaction with any amount of grace, Sombra stalls out on words worth saying. On thoughts valid enough to express at a time like this.
thank you for not giving me this notif, gmail
I don't know.
You both seem like you'll pull through this time around. [With a forced wryness; incapable of swallowing down either the weight or sincerity of this interaction with any amount of grace, Sombra stalls out on words worth saying. On thoughts valid enough to express at a time like this.
Humor, deflection— it's all she has left.]