[He hesitates a moment, because it feels like a misstep, like he's offered something too heavy. Something in the way that she says he could take her to the roof and it would be perfect. It feels like she's from years behind him, like she doesn't know the things that he does wrong. So offering a date feels unfair- but then maybe he's just a coward these days. Or maybe it's just the look that curves her lips, the warmth and like there's something in him to adore.
He doesn't know if the fact that he does take her hand in the end makes it worse or not. But when has he ever been able to refuse her? Even if for him everything feels like broken pieces that don't quite fit together anymore.]
I don't think anyone's ever been able to keep up with you.
[Shies from the challenge there, not quite a flinch, but while he's always carried as much weight on his shoulders as he could find, it's still somehow worse these days. But maybe getting rid of the grief beard will help, at least. He leads her through the suite to his room, which is clean to military standards, nothing personal aside from the incongruous sniper rifle in the corner.]
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He doesn't know if the fact that he does take her hand in the end makes it worse or not. But when has he ever been able to refuse her? Even if for him everything feels like broken pieces that don't quite fit together anymore.]
I don't think anyone's ever been able to keep up with you.
[Shies from the challenge there, not quite a flinch, but while he's always carried as much weight on his shoulders as he could find, it's still somehow worse these days. But maybe getting rid of the grief beard will help, at least. He leads her through the suite to his room, which is clean to military standards, nothing personal aside from the incongruous sniper rifle in the corner.]