[ despite the tightness in his chest and the anxiety twisting his stomach over everything else he needs to tell her, he feels overwhelming warmth and relief flood him at the sight of her in motion, talking to him like she would back home. the eerie blankness of those in stasis unsettles him. even with the gap in knowledge between them, roxy being here is enough. and it's certainly a vast improvement on being alone.
he holds her gaze. no reason to look away, when it's roxy. 'course he knows not all of his news is good news or even easy news. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a bloody mess without you. [ he knows that much. as often as he asks himself what would roxy do?, it isn't the same as having her well-meaning chiding and teasing to check him — or drawing on her sharp intelligence and cool strength beside him. his voice softens. ] I missed you, Roxy.
[ 'cause it's worth saying, even if it's a bit too sincere. ]
no subject
he holds her gaze. no reason to look away, when it's roxy. 'course he knows not all of his news is good news or even easy news. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a bloody mess without you. [ he knows that much. as often as he asks himself what would roxy do?, it isn't the same as having her well-meaning chiding and teasing to check him — or drawing on her sharp intelligence and cool strength beside him. his voice softens. ] I missed you, Roxy.
[ 'cause it's worth saying, even if it's a bit too sincere. ]