[ A long breath, very deliberate. Steadying, perhaps. Knocks the shot back fast after that and tries to understand why the words hurt, when it shouldn't actually matter how long. Except he doesn't know if it's worse that he didn't miss him by just a breath.
Sam holds the shot glass out again. Might even have better manners about knocking it back without waiting for her this time, but the ways in which he looks at her, but doesn't make eye contact, doesn't instill much faith. Looks just over her shoulder. Enough to fool most people that he's holding their gaze, but Natasha is very far from most people. ]
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Sam holds the shot glass out again. Might even have better manners about knocking it back without waiting for her this time, but the ways in which he looks at her, but doesn't make eye contact, doesn't instill much faith. Looks just over her shoulder. Enough to fool most people that he's holding their gaze, but Natasha is very far from most people. ]
And me?