[ By the time her hand flies to her holster, palm resting on the grip but not taking it out, he's at her side. It takes a mere second — Natasha blinks once, twice, and it's with obvious conscious thought that the tension in her shoulders goes away.
Her expression shutters, another blink, and then smiles like there's a joke he's not entirely privy to. ]
Yeah.
[ She— reaches out and sort of— flicks at the little lightning bolt accents near his ears as if she half expects them to bounce back. ]
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Her expression shutters, another blink, and then smiles like there's a joke he's not entirely privy to. ]
Yeah.
[ She— reaches out and sort of— flicks at the little lightning bolt accents near his ears as if she half expects them to bounce back. ]
Mine doesn't have these.