[Poor girl. If she was sitting close enough he'd reach for her. Instead he frowns and runs a hand through his hair. He's thought plenty of times about how absurdly fortunate he managed to be despite all the misfortune of his childhood.]
Hm. Sure, sometimes. But never long enough to make me want to get out of it.
[He shrugs. Who doesn't regret their career choices sometimes? Who doesn't daydream about the other things they could have had?]
Ultimately, I think it's the right thing to do, and I'm good at it. Maybe when I'm older I'll give it all up, take a post on some warm sea and let the recruits do all the hard work. I hear reaction speeds start declining eventually.
[Hard maybe, though, and he shrugs. He's never any good at taking the easy route in life.]
Why do you sound so surprised? Yes, I've thought about eventually switching to something that's less likely to get me killed.
[He raises an eyebrow, then has the last of his coffee.
It's not himself he worries about, really. It's the people around him, how they'd feel if he wound up dead in action because he would rather keep fighting this endless fight than take a desk job.
Coffee gone, he feels like he has to elaborate just a little.]
I'd still be working toward the same goals. Maybe... end up someone else's CO for a change. Take intel, put it all together, see what it means. Get guys like the ones who drugged me today behind bars without having to be the person facing them myself. I'm sure you've heard just as well as I have - field agents don't tend to live very long. You get out, or you get killed.
[But he's not dead yet, and he's not about to give up any time soon. It's all things to think about for the future, when he's forty and can't keep up as well as he used to. If he makes it that far.]
[Daisy frowns, looking down at her coffee as he offers an explanation for his reason. She’s never thought about giving this up, it was her entire life. She doesn’t know what else she could or would do, despite knowing how dangerous it was. Just thinking of taking a backseat makes her feel anxious, and this entire time she thought they were both on the same page.
Then again, she never imagined they’d be anything more than friends. So these types of questions never came to her mind.]
I haven’t died yet.
[Daisy points out, as if it’s some sort of record. She tries to keep her tone teasing, even if she’s pretty upset by this revelation.]
[Which is, predictably, very honest. He's had his share of close calls, and he knows she has too. How do either of them decide to stop before it's too late? He's in no real rush to quit, himself - and what if that's a mistake?]
[But he smiles. It's a good sign, anyway - he'd rather they both look after each other than be completely callous to each other's struggles. Neither one has it easy.]
I do wish I wasn't so clumsy, but there's nothing I can do about it. Everyone has flaws, right?
No, can't say it did, but I appreciate the thought. It's just the unfortunate reality of having been clumsy since birth.
[No lying does make it kind of hard to carry a joke, that's for sure. He'd prefer to laugh it off and claim he feels so much better now, thank you very much, but oh well. He'll take what he can get, and right now that means staying content with the truths he's had to give. He'd certainly much rather be talking to Daisy right now than the people he'd been in that room with previously.]
We are. Wish I could say this stuff was wearing off, but that might still be another few hours.
[Based on what little he knows about the common drugs, anyway. Training didn't exactly cover the fine details of truth serums, and more just a "get away from people and lie low for a day" approach. The stuff isn't common. Most thugs would rather resort to methods like torture, since it's cheaper. Once again he can count himself fortunate.]
[Daisy frowns in concern at his answer, because it wasn’t an adamant no now.]
Fine. An hour, and that’s it.
[Speaking of being watched, Daisy pulls out her phone to check her security cameras. So far nothing obvious, but he’s right. It’s too soon to know for sure.]
I doubt you want to help with paperwork, so want to go back to the living room and I’ll pop a movie in?
[As if she’ll be able to focus on work anyway right now.]
Yeah, that sounds all right. Should take my head off this shit.
[He does not in fact want to help with paperwork exactly. He would if she asked, but he's also not sure it's anything he should be doing for her anyway, depending on if any of it's classified or simply not in his wheelhouse.
He stands carefully just in case his head's still not on right even if it doesn't hurt at the moment, but his balance seems to be fine - for his usual values of fine, anyway. Time to make himself comfortable on the living room couch.]
If you get bored, there's always room for two.
[Which he... did not have to add, but oh well, there it is. It's hardly a pickup line, he just doesn't mind the idea of having her close, that's all.]
[Said paperwork was scattered across her coffee table at the moment, and the temptation to curl up next to Rosi on the couch was much more tempting now. Especially after the day he’s had Daisy thinks the paperwork can wait.]
I guess it couldn’t hurt to take a break.
[She says, after pretending to debate it. Smiling gently she grabs the TV remote and goes the Netflix app as she takes a seat next to him.]
[Ah, the classic Netflix and chill. Maybe with an actual movie involved, though, since he's not sure he's in the best state for the metaphorical sort at the moment.
But he does settle an arm around her as he thinks it over.]
Dunno. Nothing that takes too much thinking. Any good new action movies out?
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[Sure, he could've asked what her favorite flavor of jam was, but that's just not how his mind works, he supposes.
The answer, though, he feels that one.]
What were they like? If you want to answer that, anyway. Don't have to, you already did your truth.
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They were all nice, usually. But eventually I was given up, didn’t know why at the time.
[Just, you know, thought she was unlovable.]
Truth or dare?
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I feel like I owe you another truth for that one.
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[It started out as a joke anyway.]
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[He's decided she's allowed to ask questions, and that's that.]
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Do you ever regret doing this line of work?
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[He shrugs. Who doesn't regret their career choices sometimes? Who doesn't daydream about the other things they could have had?]
Ultimately, I think it's the right thing to do, and I'm good at it. Maybe when I'm older I'll give it all up, take a post on some warm sea and let the recruits do all the hard work. I hear reaction speeds start declining eventually.
[Hard maybe, though, and he shrugs. He's never any good at taking the easy route in life.]
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You would give it up?
[Daisy can’t imagine ever giving this up for anything.]
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[He raises an eyebrow, then has the last of his coffee.
It's not himself he worries about, really. It's the people around him, how they'd feel if he wound up dead in action because he would rather keep fighting this endless fight than take a desk job.
Coffee gone, he feels like he has to elaborate just a little.]
I'd still be working toward the same goals. Maybe... end up someone else's CO for a change. Take intel, put it all together, see what it means. Get guys like the ones who drugged me today behind bars without having to be the person facing them myself. I'm sure you've heard just as well as I have - field agents don't tend to live very long. You get out, or you get killed.
[But he's not dead yet, and he's not about to give up any time soon. It's all things to think about for the future, when he's forty and can't keep up as well as he used to. If he makes it that far.]
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Then again, she never imagined they’d be anything more than friends. So these types of questions never came to her mind.]
I haven’t died yet.
[Daisy points out, as if it’s some sort of record. She tries to keep her tone teasing, even if she’s pretty upset by this revelation.]
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[Which is, predictably, very honest. He's had his share of close calls, and he knows she has too. How do either of them decide to stop before it's too late? He's in no real rush to quit, himself - and what if that's a mistake?]
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I’m pretty sure if anyone should be doing the worrying, it’s me. You trip over air.
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[But he smiles. It's a good sign, anyway - he'd rather they both look after each other than be completely callous to each other's struggles. Neither one has it easy.]
I do wish I wasn't so clumsy, but there's nothing I can do about it. Everyone has flaws, right?
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[She could try to tell him again not to worry, but she knows he will anyway.]
I wouldn’t call it a flaw. Humbling is a better word for it.
[Because other than that, he’s an amazing fighter. So maybe he needs to be humbled sometimes.]
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[He's grinning, just the dull throb of the headache keeping him from breaking out into actual laughter.]
But thanks, if you were trying to make me feel better.
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[Daisy teases, lifting her mug to take another sip of her momentarily forgotten coffee.]
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[No lying does make it kind of hard to carry a joke, that's for sure. He'd prefer to laugh it off and claim he feels so much better now, thank you very much, but oh well. He'll take what he can get, and right now that means staying content with the truths he's had to give. He'd certainly much rather be talking to Daisy right now than the people he'd been in that room with previously.]
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[Daisy isn’t offended by his honesty either, even if he doesn’t really have a choice right now.]
So are we even with the truth or dares?
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[Based on what little he knows about the common drugs, anyway. Training didn't exactly cover the fine details of truth serums, and more just a "get away from people and lie low for a day" approach. The stuff isn't common. Most thugs would rather resort to methods like torture, since it's cheaper. Once again he can count himself fortunate.]
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You sure you don’t want me to call Simmons?
[To be honest she’s not sure there would be much she could do in a situation like this.]
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Wait an hour. If anyone's watching your place now, maybe they'll give up by then. It probably wouldn't hurt to have someone check me over.
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Fine. An hour, and that’s it.
[Speaking of being watched, Daisy pulls out her phone to check her security cameras. So far nothing obvious, but he’s right. It’s too soon to know for sure.]
I doubt you want to help with paperwork, so want to go back to the living room and I’ll pop a movie in?
[As if she’ll be able to focus on work anyway right now.]
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[He does not in fact want to help with paperwork exactly. He would if she asked, but he's also not sure it's anything he should be doing for her anyway, depending on if any of it's classified or simply not in his wheelhouse.
He stands carefully just in case his head's still not on right even if it doesn't hurt at the moment, but his balance seems to be fine - for his usual values of fine, anyway. Time to make himself comfortable on the living room couch.]
If you get bored, there's always room for two.
[Which he... did not have to add, but oh well, there it is. It's hardly a pickup line, he just doesn't mind the idea of having her close, that's all.]
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I guess it couldn’t hurt to take a break.
[She says, after pretending to debate it. Smiling gently she grabs the TV remote and goes the Netflix app as she takes a seat next to him.]
What do you want to watch?
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But he does settle an arm around her as he thinks it over.]
Dunno. Nothing that takes too much thinking. Any good new action movies out?
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