𝐀rmed ᵃⁿᵈ 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑺.

do you still dream? of people you failed to save, those that died because of you?

“Blah blah blah.” Giving him a nudge with her elbow, her arms crossed against her chest, a light pout tugging at her lips.

A sigh came from the widow, eyes rolling with a bit of frustration as she turned her face toward the soldier. “I was just thinking that maybe you liked me more than you’re showing when everyone is around.”

“Come on, I’m the one you could trust the most here!” She leaned back on the couch, emerald hues glancing to his features. “You trusted me by the past.”

“Nothing in particular, James. Just thought that smug grin hid something.” Her eyes narrowed, glancing at him before taking another sip.

“Me? Nothing in particular.” Liar, chuckling softly as she shrugged.

"Not really? Damn I should have expectations more often then." She teased, taking another sip from her glass with a hum.

“Maybe, is that wrong?” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle, walking toward the couch he was sat in, taking the seat right beside the soldier.

“Me.” She shrugged, taking the glass and bringing it to her lips.

Seems like you’re mostly enjoying the view… ( A grin appearing at her lips, grabbing a glass and pouring some whiskey inside. )

Yeah, couldn’t sleep, so I’m having some whiskey. Want some?

Felicia raised her eyebrows, waving her hands out in front of her. “Whoa, whoa, whoa… I didn’t say annnnything about ‘dirty’.” She replies in surprise, chuckling softly. “But maybe you just had a Freudian slip…”

I was just passing by…

At what? Me?

What’s happening? You have *that* look..

Smirking, tilting her head. “Ya sure? It was quite… expressive.”

“What’s that look for, handsome?”