@henrisolivier / idk ur stuck with her!! too bad!!
"hi there, mr. olivier." she hadn't heard the full story; she knew there was a gun shot wound, and that was all. oh the betrayed, left behind as the betrayer escaped into the night. the sling put a spotlight on him like no other, and wasn't that all she needed to find a way to be so helpful, so nice. she was curious to what reason a wife had, but she knew the oliviers for more than their current separation. something cracked, and she was one of careful pressure, testing the strength of what was left over.
"rotten luck on that shoulder of yours." she sat down, flipping a cascade of curls over her shoulder, head tilted just so, a passing concern for partner. it did always help to show concern for people with ranks like inner circle and general. "give a girl a break, tell me you need a pal."















