[ her eyes flicker toward him, the movement of the map being spread across the counter catching her attention. something in her tugs, at his words. but it's not really the words, but his posture, the thin press of his lips. he's carrying a lot, on his shoulders. unnecessarily, in her opinion, if he would only tell her what he was thinking, or planning.
she knows him, better than he thinks she does. she might not know what's underneath his skin, or why he feels so tormented by certain things, but she knows he cares deeply about the things he wants to care about. and that he feels responsible for this mess that they are now all in.
it's not enough for her to change her mind on the stupidity of him going alone, but it's enough for her to abandon the bandaging of her arm and shoulder, stepping closer to look at the map, her eyes roving over it, a map forming in her mind of her city. she knows what way she would go, but kaz isn't her. there is no way he would be able to navigate the rooftops like her, not with his leg and cane.
which is not what he is going to want to hear. but: ]
You can take two paths. I suggest this one.
[ her voice is quiet, and she traces a path with her finger. it is a bit out of the way, but quiet, slow, and in the dark. and allows for a different pathway for her to take, to make sure he makes it. not that he needs to know that part. ]
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Date: 2021-02-07 02:36 pm (UTC)she knows him, better than he thinks she does. she might not know what's underneath his skin, or why he feels so tormented by certain things, but she knows he cares deeply about the things he wants to care about. and that he feels responsible for this mess that they are now all in.
it's not enough for her to change her mind on the stupidity of him going alone, but it's enough for her to abandon the bandaging of her arm and shoulder, stepping closer to look at the map, her eyes roving over it, a map forming in her mind of her city. she knows what way she would go, but kaz isn't her. there is no way he would be able to navigate the rooftops like her, not with his leg and cane.
which is not what he is going to want to hear. but: ]
You can take two paths. I suggest this one.
[ her voice is quiet, and she traces a path with her finger. it is a bit out of the way, but quiet, slow, and in the dark. and allows for a different pathway for her to take, to make sure he makes it. not that he needs to know that part. ]