If nothing else, I'd pay good money to watch you spar with May.
[ a hint of teasing in her tone, a brightness in her eyes; they've sparred together enough times that illya knows what she's capable of, but even daisy thinks twice before going toe-to-toe with the cavalry.
as for the rest of it? well, she doesn't expect him to sign on in a heartbeat. she knows he'll want to meet the team, to talk to mack, to discuss operational expectations and mission statements and regulations — all of the things that daisy doesn't want to be the one to tell him. that's not her area of expertise. even still, she appreciates that he's willing to try. that means something.
which is a pretty stark contrast, all things considered, to his follow-up. her brow quirks up a bit. ]
We can do both? Either? [ she shrugs ] It's whatever you want. Keep the bed, find a new place; keep the place, find a new bed; toss them both and start over — I just want you to be happy here.
[ here, in their apartment; here, in this world; here, with her. ]
[ who would you be putting money on there, daisy? not that he's opposed to a good challenge. in fact, he craves them especially since there not as easily found here as they were back in new amsterdam. ]
Perhaps a new bed then. [ maybe something more in the future. he does not want to cause that much tumult and he knows this whole thing is down to his own issues. it is not her or her apartment or her bed but him and he needs to simply get over it. ]
I am happy here. [ despite all appearances, he was. truly. ] I am a lot happier here than I would be if I was still in that city and you were not. I've experienced that. I do not want to do it again.
No. [ but there's a smile quirking up the corner of her mouth; she may be sincere in saying that melinda may could very well kick his ass, but that doesn't mean he can't learn from it and win another time. she has great faith in him. ] But I'll always bet on you.
[ she always has. literally and figuratively. ]
We can look for one this weekend, if you want. [ somehow, she has a feeling they won't. he'll agree to it to defuse the argument, but it's not really about the bed at all.
but that's not a bad thing, so daisy lets her hand stretch to cover one of his, squeezing his palm gently with her fingers. ]
I'm not going anywhere. I told you, you're stuck with me, remember?
[ well, now he has to go in with her at least once because he has to see just how good a fighter this may person was if she was bluntly telling him that he'd lose. he wasn't afraid to lose but it took a level that many people didn't have. and a fighter like that in the employ of her agency was enticing.
and a challenge that he cannot ignore. ]
You have told me that. [ many times and in many situations. it's a comfort. it centers him when he feels like he is constantly on his back foot.
sighing, he finally climbs to his feet and turns his hands in hers so he can tug her up with him. ] Come on. This sofa is too small to sleep on. Let's go to bed.
[ at least he was letting the sofa thing go for now? ]
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[ a hint of teasing in her tone, a brightness in her eyes; they've sparred together enough times that illya knows what she's capable of, but even daisy thinks twice before going toe-to-toe with the cavalry.
as for the rest of it? well, she doesn't expect him to sign on in a heartbeat. she knows he'll want to meet the team, to talk to mack, to discuss operational expectations and mission statements and regulations — all of the things that daisy doesn't want to be the one to tell him. that's not her area of expertise. even still, she appreciates that he's willing to try. that means something.
which is a pretty stark contrast, all things considered, to his follow-up. her brow quirks up a bit. ]
We can do both? Either? [ she shrugs ] It's whatever you want. Keep the bed, find a new place; keep the place, find a new bed; toss them both and start over — I just want you to be happy here.
[ here, in their apartment; here, in this world; here, with her. ]
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[ who would you be putting money on there, daisy? not that he's opposed to a good challenge. in fact, he craves them especially since there not as easily found here as they were back in new amsterdam. ]
Perhaps a new bed then. [ maybe something more in the future. he does not want to cause that much tumult and he knows this whole thing is down to his own issues. it is not her or her apartment or her bed but him and he needs to simply get over it. ]
I am happy here. [ despite all appearances, he was. truly. ] I am a lot happier here than I would be if I was still in that city and you were not. I've experienced that. I do not want to do it again.
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[ she always has. literally and figuratively. ]
We can look for one this weekend, if you want. [ somehow, she has a feeling they won't. he'll agree to it to defuse the argument, but it's not really about the bed at all.
but that's not a bad thing, so daisy lets her hand stretch to cover one of his, squeezing his palm gently with her fingers. ]
I'm not going anywhere. I told you, you're stuck with me, remember?
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and a challenge that he cannot ignore. ]
You have told me that. [ many times and in many situations. it's a comfort. it centers him when he feels like he is constantly on his back foot.
sighing, he finally climbs to his feet and turns his hands in hers so he can tug her up with him. ] Come on. This sofa is too small to sleep on. Let's go to bed.
[ at least he was letting the sofa thing go for now? ]