( No really, never apologize. (That's exactly why they say doctors make the worst patients, you know. They always know what's best.)
So long as there's always forward movement, it's enough. Angela's content to be the person with her hands square on the backs of those she loves, keeping them propped upright and seen to. The shoulder they can lean against when they need support. Someone has to be at the back of the line and keep everyone moving forward, after all, to ensure no one's left behind.
If he were to tell her his hair had been black all his life, it would take some imagining. She'd probably say something like "I'm sure it was beautiful but so is this" and be done with it, because while it was a product of stress, it's not something he can readily change about himself. What good does it do to make someone self-conscious? She has other snowy-haired men in her life, and they're all heroes. It's not a bad connection to make.
All tea no shade. You look great, Shiro!! The hug will prove it. )
Well, we're not out of the frying pan yet. But I appreciate that very much.
( Just as softly, since they're being Real and not just teasing each other. The concern is there for her too; she's never been the woman with the plan. That was everyone else's forte. With Jack and Gabriel at the helm of Overwatch, she never needed to worry too much about which direction they went. Sometimes she felt the need to correct their course, but when it came to planning, they always knew what to do and how to do it. Everyone had their roles. She could take charge now and again if necessary, but she wasn't nearly so skilled with it and it was only ever during evacuation efforts in the middle east. All they can do is try and keep an eye out for one another.
Truly an insurmountable task they're not at all prepared for. (Sike.) Good thing they're best friends now!!
Also, look. It's on his other side and she can't see that it's just floating until he's shifting to offer her the other wrist, and that does get a moment from her. A tip of the head, turning to observe the end of the forearm, seemingly disappearing but— oh, there's a shoulder "dock". It must be... magnetic, perhaps? Color her curious (and very intrigued), but that's a mystery for another time and place. (Don't worry; she has no plans of dissecting it to figure out how it ticks.)
(Also, you're getting bullied into bedtime, stat.) )
I know a diehard fan when I meet one. You won't betray me that way. ( And with a satisfying click, that second one is falling off too. Now just pay attention as she turns his hand over and doodles her "autograph" in the palms of his hands. Cheeky. ) There we are, then. Now, for the rest of the plan.
please never apologize for tag length omg I'm living for this thread
No really, never apologize.(That's exactly why they say doctors make the worst patients, you know. They always know what's best.)So long as there's always forward movement, it's enough. Angela's content to be the person with her hands square on the backs of those she loves, keeping them propped upright and seen to. The shoulder they can lean against when they need support. Someone has to be at the back of the line and keep everyone moving forward, after all, to ensure no one's left behind.
If he were to tell her his hair had been black all his life, it would take some imagining. She'd probably say something like "I'm sure it was beautiful but so is this" and be done with it, because while it was a product of stress, it's not something he can readily change about himself. What good does it do to make someone self-conscious? She has other snowy-haired men in her life, and they're all heroes. It's not a bad connection to make.
All tea no shade. You look great, Shiro!! The hug will prove it. )
Well, we're not out of the frying pan yet. But I appreciate that very much.
( Just as softly, since they're being Real and not just teasing each other. The concern is there for her too; she's never been the woman with the plan. That was everyone else's forte. With Jack and Gabriel at the helm of Overwatch, she never needed to worry too much about which direction they went. Sometimes she felt the need to correct their course, but when it came to planning, they always knew what to do and how to do it. Everyone had their roles. She could take charge now and again if necessary, but she wasn't nearly so skilled with it and it was only ever during evacuation efforts in the middle east. All they can do is try and keep an eye out for one another.
Truly an insurmountable task they're not at all prepared for. (Sike.) Good thing they're best friends now!!
Also, look. It's on his other side and she can't see that it's just floating until he's shifting to offer her the other wrist, and that does get a moment from her. A tip of the head, turning to observe the end of the forearm, seemingly disappearing but— oh, there's a shoulder "dock". It must be... magnetic, perhaps? Color her curious (and very intrigued), but that's a mystery for another time and place. (Don't worry; she has no plans of dissecting it to figure out how it ticks.)
(Also, you're getting bullied into bedtime, stat.) )
I know a diehard fan when I meet one. You won't betray me that way. ( And with a satisfying click, that second one is falling off too. Now just pay attention as she turns his hand over and doodles her "autograph" in the palms of his hands. Cheeky. ) There we are, then. Now, for the rest of the plan.
( [ Crickets ] )