[ said hot nurse hadn't been too thrilled to let her out of the house post-fightgate, but daisy's a stubborn idiot on her best days and a reckless one on her worst. maybe she should be taking it easy — she doesn't have any injuries to speak of, though, so what's the harm? ]
you're back a few hours and you're already trying to win mr congeniality.
(and holding true to that word 'never', connor takes almost exactly fifteen minutes. a few seconds to spare at the start or at the end, no one's counting — the thought's driven from his mind altogether when he spots her on the corner, waiting. for months they have been and he hates that. stressing out his friends, his lover, and not even being aware of it.
it's an event that's impossible to apologize for but impossible not to.)
Daisy. (swallowing thickly, connor takes the last necessary steps to bring them together and arms wrap her up in a tight hug, no time at all to waste when he's already waste too much.) It's good to see you. I'm — sorry if I worried you.
[ he doesn't have to apologize, but she isn't surprised when he does. the hug is tight, firm, sure — the same way she'd clung to people upon her own return, as if trying to prove by the sheer squeeze of her arms around them that she was really there. that she wasn't planning on leaving again if she could help it.
only problem was, none of them could really help it even if they wanted to. this place and its whims were no match for sheer human determination. (or android determination, for that matter.) ]
Hey, Connor. [ she's all smiles when he finally pulls away, her hands skimming up to find his own and squeeze. ] It's okay. I've been there, remember?
[ did he remember? now she can't. was he here when she disappeared and came back? ]
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(what a flatterer. he gets up to tug on his jacket, sending a brief message to markus regarding his short outing with daisy. assurance, just in case.
just in case.)
I'll come to you, if you don't mind waiting. I could use the exercise. I feel as though I've been asleep a very long time.
15 minutes or so.
gently timeslides a little.
you're back a few hours and you're already trying to win mr congeniality.
[ 'i missed you'. ]
don't keep me waiting too long, prince charming.
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(and holding true to that word 'never', connor takes almost exactly fifteen minutes. a few seconds to spare at the start or at the end, no one's counting — the thought's driven from his mind altogether when he spots her on the corner, waiting. for months they have been and he hates that. stressing out his friends, his lover, and not even being aware of it.
it's an event that's impossible to apologize for but impossible not to.)
Daisy. (swallowing thickly, connor takes the last necessary steps to bring them together and arms wrap her up in a tight hug, no time at all to waste when he's already waste too much.) It's good to see you. I'm — sorry if I worried you.
his ""lover"" connor pls
only problem was, none of them could really help it even if they wanted to. this place and its whims were no match for sheer human determination. (or android determination, for that matter.) ]
Hey, Connor. [ she's all smiles when he finally pulls away, her hands skimming up to find his own and squeeze. ] It's okay. I've been there, remember?
[ did he remember? now she can't. was he here when she disappeared and came back? ]