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[tendnottoweep]

Characters: Natasha, Olivia, and Rikki - OPEN
Date: ALL THIS MONTH
Location: EVERYWHERE
Situation: PEOPLE ARE DOING STUFF.
Warnings/Rating: Possible monster violence

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[trainwrecked]

"Dunno," he drawls a bit, "gig's kinda new to me, to be honest."

Though his attention is, still, mostly on the wound. His eyes tighten at the jolt that the head-shake causes, but he keeps on going.

... until her question, that is. It's the first time his fingers pause, and he frowns, before resuming the stitching.

"You mean, forget one of the things that's made sense for most of my life and the other that made - in its way - sense over the last year and a half of it?" Small, careful shrug. "I'd probably spend a hell of a lot of time looking for Steve if I were to go back, from what I know. Maybe I'd get lucky."

Another few moments of quiet work. "Steve said he'd try to take me back with him. Don't think that'll really work, though."

[tendnottoweep]

"No," she says softly, her eyes still on his face but something utterly inscrutable in them, like she's not exactly looking at him, too clear and present for it to just be the fever. "I don't think it will."

She sighs softly, looking away again. "I'm sorry. It's not any of my business, really..."

[trainwrecked]

He meets her eyes for just an instant, before she looks away. It makes him swallow, hard. There is... more in those eyes that he's ever really considered. And, since he's been thinking on the matter since he woke up, here, that's saying something - it made him take a sharp breath, then focus again on the wound, pausing only for a moment to nudge one of the clean wet towels towards her.

"No problem. I mean, anything to keep your mind on, and I don't mind."

There are things he's... trying very hard to come to find his peace with. That's all.