[ there is an edge to his voice that she can easily detect now, despite having only met with him a couple of times now, but— he's much easier to read after realizing that they're alike in many, many ways. ]

Oh, right. You are a hundred years old. I forget. Ah, but if it helps, you don't look it. Not a single day over sixty!

[ funnily enough, tackling this common worry shared between them is consoling her in a way she's pretty sure he probably didn't mean to even do. it helps make her feel a little less neurotic even though she's acting completely calm laying so close to him. with his arm lodged under her, and fingers ghosting across her skin. ]

No one can tell us we're shitty at dates except for each other. [ yelena lets go of his dog tag and brings a hand up before him, folding all her fingers except her pinky for a pinky promise. ] You will probably not have to do much, anyway. Maybe except sweep me off my feet. [ she kid, she kid! ] But otherwise, I am a simple girl.