[ He smiles and starts to move away so he can find them a quiet table to talk at. One where they can see the room around them, because he's only grown more hyper aware and paranoid since she'd last seen him. Maybe he's not being chased here, but he still feels a lingering sense of paranoia and a need to stay alert. He'll look for one at the edge of the room where between the two of them, they'll have eyes on the entire space, because maybe he doesn't trust her implicitly, but he trusts her eyes and her skills.
He trusts her taste in food, too. The idea of something as normal as a cheeseburger sounds amazing right now.
By the time she finds him at the table, he's rubbing at the stubble on his jaw self-consciously, elbows on the table like he's never had manners a day in his life. ]
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[ He smiles and starts to move away so he can find them a quiet table to talk at. One where they can see the room around them, because he's only grown more hyper aware and paranoid since she'd last seen him. Maybe he's not being chased here, but he still feels a lingering sense of paranoia and a need to stay alert. He'll look for one at the edge of the room where between the two of them, they'll have eyes on the entire space, because maybe he doesn't trust her implicitly, but he trusts her eyes and her skills.
He trusts her taste in food, too. The idea of something as normal as a cheeseburger sounds amazing right now.
By the time she finds him at the table, he's rubbing at the stubble on his jaw self-consciously, elbows on the table like he's never had manners a day in his life. ]