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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ([personal profile] freightcars) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2020-07-28 03:55 am (UTC)

[ He nearly backs off at that flinch, would if she showed even an iota more resistance, but that she comes in easily enough has him slowly relaxing that careful guard. As far as comforting someone goes, an unyielding band of metal across the back of your shoulder blades probably isn't the best experience in the world. It's a compromise, though, between what he thinks might help the most and what she absolutely doesn't want right now.

After a few seconds, the arm goes loose and lax. He doesn't peel away, he won't initiate the evacuation, he'll leave that to her. Instantly or lingering, whatever it is she wants.

Jesus, Natasha.

You're walking around here with a broken heart pretending like it's not worth talking about.

He can get the whole thing, he thinks. It's not a long encounter, he can take everything away working backwards from the last blink of life she remembers all the way up to before she even sets eyes on the the mountain top.

There won't be a trace of the desperation, of the choice she had to make. No fighting, no goodbye, no loss.

It's not that he'll ever advocate for losing memories, but just... maybe in circumstances like this, taking them away for a while can be a good thing. A temporary cure. He's gonna contemplate on this for a long time after this, churn on it, try and decide how he feels about it.

But not now.

He murmurs: ]


Say when.

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