[Natasha's ETA proves accurate. She walks in just a hair shy of three minutes. Just enough time to throw on something presentable and get to the training room.As if she'd be late.
She smiles when she sees him, but she's already looking for the differences—and already finding them. His hair is different from the last time she saw him, and while he's seen his fair share and then some of wear and sorrow, it's not what she left behind.
But the recognition is there, and for now that's what matters.]
I think technically you're stepping into mine on this one. I got here first.
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As if she'd be late.She smiles when she sees him, but she's already looking for the differences—and already finding them. His hair is different from the last time she saw him, and while he's seen his fair share and then some of wear and sorrow, it's not what she left behind.
But the recognition is there, and for now that's what matters.]
I think technically you're stepping into mine on this one. I got here first.