[ There's no answer, at least not in a thought or a word. It's more a feeling, the way a wave smooths over a rock on the shore — clean and anchoring enough to mean yes even though she can pick up on his worry. Maybe they've never been the most verbal people — never had to be — and even without the magic or the science or whatever it is, she'd know something was bothering him. She's spent enough time with him to know that.
Natasha doesn't move an inch, except maybe to blink and tip her chin, but there's a quiet tug on the end of the thought he sends her, like she's rapping her knuckles on the front door. It's not quite a let me in, but it's close enough — I'm okay, now; what about you? ]
noooo :c /blankets
Natasha doesn't move an inch, except maybe to blink and tip her chin, but there's a quiet tug on the end of the thought he sends her, like she's rapping her knuckles on the front door. It's not quite a let me in, but it's close enough — I'm okay, now; what about you? ]