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    Nostrils flare slowly, the look on her face turning to one of someone in agony. She’s in agony. Her foot taps in irritation as a hand lifts to pinch the bridge of her nose. A slow exhale as she tries to fight back a laugh. Hana can tell--How her jaw clenches just a bit. She’s holding that shit in.

    She can hear laughter from one of the boys as they pass by. Of all the women you could’ve fallen for.

“Mel–” A pause as an explosion goes off over head. He ducks, hissing as dust gets in his eyes. That’s what the mask is for, Reyes. Tilting his head, he looks over at her. They’re both worse for wear–bruised and bloody. But hey, you should see the other guys. His gun blasts off into a already battered helmet, blood splattering against his boots. Gotta make sure they’re dead, you know?

Lips quirk into a grin, and he leans over to press a messy kiss to her cheek. Listen, everyone here is about to get their assess handed to them anyways, what’s a little PDA. “Is this even the place for that?” He can hear the pounding of boots–Several. Oh boy, reinforcements. 

“I love you too.–” The mask is resettled onto his face as smoke is thrown down–as if that’d save them from either of these HIGHLY DANGEROUS ASSASSINS. HANDLE WITH CAUTION. VOLATILE. The click of his gun, before it blasts off into a cloud of smoke. “Let’s blow this shit.” DO YOU HAVE A VISUAL? Another bang. He drops a Hellfire in exchange, using one poor Bastard as a living shield, watching him slump as he’s riddled with his allies bullets. 

It warms his heart, lips curling to a smile behind his face plate. There’s a whirring noise behind it--is he humming?

     they take a long time with their travels. they don’t waste it with traps or tangle it with money. while the ontological force of the great unknown keeps b.j. trapped here, they do not enforce slavery or being bound to one location. in the thrall of the hidden they suffer, misery a deliberate policy, misfortune sustaining them day-by-day... but seeing the sights of the world helps alleviate the pain. they rather like humanity, even if their kind has a tendency to glorify atrocities. b.j. likes watching them work and feel and laugh and cry. 

     they are at a park somewhere pretty in zurich, eating chocolate as one very well should when visiting switzerland. thankfully, many are ignoring them today. they have chosen the table far away from the activities of children and dogwalkers. maybe the occasional passerby does a double-take, but no stops yet. they are wearing sunglasses, in case of any approaches.

fifty reasons to touch someone.

Flash of cameras–the buzz of paparazzi and fans alike. Fingers are laced beneath the table as they answer questions–Hana and Jae-eun primarily. Every so often, she’d feel her hand squeezed. Yuna would tilt her head to look over at Hana. 

Watching her take on all these people with such grace–Enjoying the limelight, as she should. Her heart fluttered, throat tightening to a moment. Crowd clear, as the Team is pulled off–Questions over. They need to recover, they need their down time, their privacy. Yuna’s favorite part. Being able to just walk off–she always felt a little better with the cameras to her back instead. 

She lifts their hands, squeezing Hana’s tightly as she presses a kiss to the back of it. “You did amazing, as always.” The taller pilot mumbled out, as Hana brought her arm to sling along her shoulder, before leaning into Yuna.

“As usual!”

“Wait...What did I.”

She pauses, leaning so her back thumped against the wall. She was still wrapped in blankets, body teetering between freezing and scorching. It sucked--She’d have to get up and shower soon, get that nasty feeling off her skin.

Fingers lace together, blanket wrapped snugly so she’s trapped with all his body heat. Can’t have his best girl getting the chills. His thumb brushes against her knuckles, other hand moving to tuck hair behind her ear. Nights are heavy. Not the first time she’s jolted awake and he’d been waiting. Taking shifts to try and get rest is the best they can do most days. 

It turns into just…Long conversations. Recalling memories. So many things are fuzzy for them. Gets clearer each day, they try hard. He’s always happy to talk about…Better days. When times were a little softer, a little kinder to the pair. Slowly, he lifts her hand to press a few kisses to its knuckles. There isn’t a need for many words. Her presence is enough–his presence is enough. 

The silence is like a comfort.

i always understand you.

The words make hairs on his neck raise, and he gives a soft smile against her hand. A gentle squeeze. Another tuck of hair behind her ear–there’s so much of it.

And you always understood me.

He didn’t think it’d be that long. A week. He never expected it to feel like it dragged on for ages. Gabriel could only imagine what that waiting had to be, for her. Returning in the dead of night, the darkness felt like comfort. Body sore, bones and muscles aching in a bittersweet kind of way. She was probably up. Neither of them slept well on a regular basis, and this was way far from the usual. 

There’s brief tension when the door opens with ease, shoulders squared and he’s ready to fend off just about anything. But she’s waiting when it swings open, damn near jumping when she’s sure it’s him. Had to have heard him coming. 

“Hey…”

His voice is soft, leaning into the gentle touch of cool fingers against his cheeks. She turns his face, looking him over. A bruise started blooming under his right eye–already nice and gnarly looking. The usual tracing of his scars, making sure there aren’t any new additions. Not this time. This time he came back…Relatively clean. Any blood on him, in no way his. 

I missed you. So much.