"I should've been there." - Dylan ( uno reverse β¨οΈ )
Send "I should have been there." While examining one of my muses scars
They both had them, testaments to surviving in places they shouldn't have been. It was harder to hide the scars when they light of day cuts through curtains that were haphazardly closed. The days before they'd been separated by work and the moment she'd gotten home she'd left her bdus scattered across the floor. She just wanted free of it and as close to him as she could.
He was tracing them, the physical reminders of days that hadn't gone to plan or things that had failed her. She was still getting used to him seeing pieces of her that had been easy to hide under sleeves and pants. His hand having found one she had hoped he'd missed.
The shape of it was familiar, he had similar ones in various sizes and places. The unmistakable shape of a 9mm with no noticeable exit wound, just to the right of her spine and angled up and to the right. Its not a wound she liked to think about or talk about for that matter. It wasn't often that Dylan didn't full control of a situation and this had been one of them. She'd been luckily that she was with her team and that Q knew how to pilot.
"You were there when it counted," She kissed his cheek, he'd been the one to drag them out of the jungle when she was at a loss. He'd found them, found her, when they didn't have back up or options. "When I didn't have anyone else, you showed up."
She fully turned to face him, her arms snaking around his neck and pressing herself to him like being physically parted was painful. "Besides... if we tried playing that game we'd be here all day..." Her nose brushed on his, "I do love when you get protective.."
Despite the conversation that had led to them getting to say the opposite, she did love how much he cared.
