It'd be hotter if she didn't shoot me every time we get close.
[Don't worry, Taylor, there's no sense of sharpness at the thought, no buckling on her end. After all, he could think of worse things than something she's already entertained once before...
And paid the price for.]
Gracias.
[It's the equivalent of putting her feet up: a sensation of spreading warmth like she's slung an arm across his shoulder without any real, tangible contact.] How'd the mission go?
It is over, isn't it? I've been listening to the transmissions.
no subject
[Don't worry, Taylor, there's no sense of sharpness at the thought, no buckling on her end. After all, he could think of worse things than something she's already entertained once before...
And paid the price for.]
Gracias.
[It's the equivalent of putting her feet up: a sensation of spreading warmth like she's slung an arm across his shoulder without any real, tangible contact.] How'd the mission go?
It is over, isn't it? I've been listening to the transmissions.