[ I can take you almost makes it out of her mouth. There aren't accidents but there are almosts; Natasha clamps down that urge, too, and stares. She doesn't hide the slight blankness in the set of her eyes.
What did she see? Pale skin, cracked lips. ]
Are you sick?
[ Sick is different from hurt. Yes, she has a gun; no, she didn't hear growling. Neither are comments she looks like she's going to address. ]
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What did she see? Pale skin, cracked lips. ]
Are you sick?
[ Sick is different from hurt. Yes, she has a gun; no, she didn't hear growling. Neither are comments she looks like she's going to address. ]
I can help you, but not if you lie to me.
[ The world probably finds that ironic. ]