[ he feels the curl of her fingers, smaller than his own, the gentle lift of the bottle that she guides with his hand until it tips to her mouth. she doesn't say a word through it, but the gesture is a performance all its own, and he exhales a soft breath, because she doesn't have to be doing any of it, could have just as easily rolled her eyes at his presence at her door and told him to go sleep it off. but in the same way they agreed to take on this job together, to putting their names on that board as a tied partnership, she does the same thing here, even without the need to pretend for the locals, without the obligation of what the mission expects of them.
when she finishes her drink, he moves in for one of his own, lips taking his own swig where her lips had been, a continued shared look before he responds to the motion of her invitation. with a slight lick across his lips to taste the remnants of whiskey there, he finishes off the very few steps it takes to move within the small confinement of the room, his body somehow seeming even larger when it sits upon the edge of her small bed.
his eyes peer to the space next to him before drifting back to her, like he already knows where she's going to go before she gets there, every motion, every movement, every thought, etched in mere glances before they're performed. envoy intuition would be the excuse at any other moment, but there's no presence of that here, only the wordless performance of two minds that have seemed to learn one another while he hadn't been looking. ]
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when she finishes her drink, he moves in for one of his own, lips taking his own swig where her lips had been, a continued shared look before he responds to the motion of her invitation. with a slight lick across his lips to taste the remnants of whiskey there, he finishes off the very few steps it takes to move within the small confinement of the room, his body somehow seeming even larger when it sits upon the edge of her small bed.
his eyes peer to the space next to him before drifting back to her, like he already knows where she's going to go before she gets there, every motion, every movement, every thought, etched in mere glances before they're performed. envoy intuition would be the excuse at any other moment, but there's no presence of that here, only the wordless performance of two minds that have seemed to learn one another while he hadn't been looking. ]