Those words might sound slightly in the vein of light teasing, but they’re also tightly wrapped in fondness. She’s not at all used to asking for much in the way of help or anything approaching this kind of care, much less receiving it. Nick learned at a young age that she needed to be strong enough to stand on her own feet and take care of herself, because no one else could be bothered, and the attention Drifter’s given her tonight makes her feel strangely self-conscious. It’s not a bad feeling, not unwanted - just different. And juxtaposed with the shock of being ambushed at the warehouse and fighting for their lives, it’s all the more meaningful for her.
She’s not well-versed in expressing gratitude with words. Words and feelings can become weapons turned back against you, and Nick grew up to be someone who keeps many of her words and feelings locked away in secret chambers of her battered heart. Touch is a much more comfortable language for her. She pushes herself up to sitting level with Drifter and leans in to place a soft kiss against his cheek.
Then she makes an attempt with words anyway, voice hushed, heart aching with more secrets than she has the energy to unpack and tangle loose tonight.
“I hate this place so much ... I hate that we’re all stuck here. But I can’t hate the part where I got to know you. Knowing you’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”
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Those words might sound slightly in the vein of light teasing, but they’re also tightly wrapped in fondness. She’s not at all used to asking for much in the way of help or anything approaching this kind of care, much less receiving it. Nick learned at a young age that she needed to be strong enough to stand on her own feet and take care of herself, because no one else could be bothered, and the attention Drifter’s given her tonight makes her feel strangely self-conscious. It’s not a bad feeling, not unwanted - just different. And juxtaposed with the shock of being ambushed at the warehouse and fighting for their lives, it’s all the more meaningful for her.
She’s not well-versed in expressing gratitude with words. Words and feelings can become weapons turned back against you, and Nick grew up to be someone who keeps many of her words and feelings locked away in secret chambers of her battered heart. Touch is a much more comfortable language for her. She pushes herself up to sitting level with Drifter and leans in to place a soft kiss against his cheek.
Then she makes an attempt with words anyway, voice hushed, heart aching with more secrets than she has the energy to unpack and tangle loose tonight.
“I hate this place so much ... I hate that we’re all stuck here. But I can’t hate the part where I got to know you. Knowing you’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”
And he deserves to know that.