[ it's fun to pretend that they're people with typical traumas, and normal jobs. like he didn't just pretty much single-handedly take care of a nasty gash in the middle of his apartment. this is just a normal tuesday night for people in their line of work. ]
Wasn't the strange doctor man a surgeon? Surely it's not too late to make a— a career change.
[ in a poor effort to reassure him, she mutters something under her breath and makes a face when he presses the gauze pad that's flat on his palm, against her sutures. her mind wanders without her permission, and she wonders for half a second what it would be like for his fingers to dig into the flesh of her hips when—
and then just like that, it's gone as soon as the pressure of his hand is relieved. he can't see, but there is a flash of disappointment that crosses her features, followed by relief once he gracefully throws her that promised bottle of painkillers. ]
Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were holding out on me because I didn't buzz in and come through the front door like a normal person.
[ in truth, she is also hyper-aware of their closeness but she... doesn't mind it, when she usually would. yelena is thankful that he's busy organizing his trusty medkit, because that means he's not paying attention to her face and how she's chewing on the inside of her cheek trying to decide how the fuck to proceed. ]
Actually. Maybe hold the vodka. I want to take a shower. [ she remembers she's making herself feel a little too much at home here so, she rephrases. ] Can I use your shower?
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Wasn't the strange doctor man a surgeon? Surely it's not too late to make a— a career change.
[ in a poor effort to reassure him, she mutters something under her breath and makes a face when he presses the gauze pad that's flat on his palm, against her sutures. her mind wanders without her permission, and she wonders for half a second what it would be like for his fingers to dig into the flesh of her hips when—
and then just like that, it's gone as soon as the pressure of his hand is relieved. he can't see, but there is a flash of disappointment that crosses her features, followed by relief once he gracefully throws her that promised bottle of painkillers. ]
Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were holding out on me because I didn't buzz in and come through the front door like a normal person.
[ in truth, she is also hyper-aware of their closeness but she... doesn't mind it, when she usually would. yelena is thankful that he's busy organizing his trusty medkit, because that means he's not paying attention to her face and how she's chewing on the inside of her cheek trying to decide how the fuck to proceed. ]
Actually. Maybe hold the vodka. I want to take a shower. [ she remembers she's making herself feel a little too much at home here so, she rephrases. ] Can I use your shower?