[ the italian countryside is much nicer like this he told her when they rented the motorcycle, and it's true. had their budget allowed it he would have snagged something a bit nicer; a convertible porsche or something similarly comfortable that would let the wind blow through their hair. she asked to drive but he just gave her a look and a witty comment about trust having to be regained before he'd put her life in her hands again. the incident is all water under the bridge for both of them, they're agents and know what the job requires (and truly he blamed M for the bad call), but it's nice to have some shared peril to laugh about like old friends when they're trying to blend.
thankfully the motocycle is quiet enough and the road fairly secluded as they travel down the winding road. recon missions are sometimes a bit more laid back than one might think, and though each of them is equipped to the brim with ammo and weaponry it's nice to feel a little ordinary every now and then. he feels her chin rest on his shoulder but keeps his eyes on the roach as he speaks loud enough for her to hear over the wind. ]
Have you been to Italy before?
[ small talk. not his strong suit but he's trying. ]
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thankfully the motocycle is quiet enough and the road fairly secluded as they travel down the winding road. recon missions are sometimes a bit more laid back than one might think, and though each of them is equipped to the brim with ammo and weaponry it's nice to feel a little ordinary every now and then. he feels her chin rest on his shoulder but keeps his eyes on the roach as he speaks loud enough for her to hear over the wind. ]
Have you been to Italy before?
[ small talk. not his strong suit but he's trying. ]