[ Well, there's that answer. Natasha blinks at him, again. Treatment, not a cure, meaning that as stop-gaps go they're going to need more than what's in there. ]
We got invaded by aliens once.
[ Natasha says helpfully, with more blitheness than the act warrants. He's young, though. Maybe he'll find it impressive, or calming, or— however the term partially dead effects your sense of fun. ]
Hey. [ She tips her chin. ] If I find any more, I'll let you know. Okay?
[ It's not don't worry. It's not even hey, look on the bright side. It's not comfort that she's offering, but a sense of not-quiet camaraderie instead. Reliability works better than softness. ]
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We got invaded by aliens once.
[ Natasha says helpfully, with more blitheness than the act warrants. He's young, though. Maybe he'll find it impressive, or calming, or— however the term partially dead effects your sense of fun. ]
Hey. [ She tips her chin. ] If I find any more, I'll let you know. Okay?
[ It's not don't worry. It's not even hey, look on the bright side. It's not comfort that she's offering, but a sense of not-quiet camaraderie instead. Reliability works better than softness. ]