He instinctively wraps his free arm around her, resting his chin on top of her head.
"I say, who are you and where's Pryde?" He jokes. "You hate watching me eat." He pulls away and looks at her appraisingly.
Paler than normal, sad look in her eyes.
He has to wonder if she's worse off without the bloody Russian; if maybe, despite his own feelings for this woman, she'd be happier with the big, dumb bastard.
He hates that. He'll stand aside if he has to of course but Christ he hates that idea.
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Date: 2018-09-24 02:00 pm (UTC)"I say, who are you and where's Pryde?" He jokes. "You hate watching me eat." He pulls away and looks at her appraisingly.
Paler than normal, sad look in her eyes.
He has to wonder if she's worse off without the bloody Russian; if maybe, despite his own feelings for this woman, she'd be happier with the big, dumb bastard.
He hates that. He'll stand aside if he has to of course but Christ he hates that idea.
"I am starvin' though," he grins. "lead the way."