[ the bedhead suits him. any other time, dutch might have teased him about it despite that, but any other time, she probably wouldn't have shown up out of the blue and drunk like this at an apartment she's never visited before, one that she knows he shares. any other time, dutch would have thought about what she's doing at least a little instead of only acting, mind addled by alcohol as much as it is by anger that masks a grief she knows is misplaced: johnny isn't dead, he's just in stasis, but whatever the reason, he's gone and dutch misses him.
she missed him while he was off dealing with pawter's loss, when he needed space, but she'd had d'avin and a war to fight then, she'd had a purpose and she'd had her friends. alvis is gone, too, and dutch knows how the war is going to end even if she hasn't seen it through yet: it's going to end with her killing aneela, with the two of them dying because if aneela goes, so does dutch.
so maybe dutch isn't thinking. maybe she's doing everything she can to avoid thinking. ]
Shut up. [ she tells him eloquently, a little more harshly than any other time, too. this isn't any other time, though. despite the tone and the alcohol on her tongue still, she slides against eggsy, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, and the hand she slides over his stomach is warm, firm but gentle. ]
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she missed him while he was off dealing with pawter's loss, when he needed space, but she'd had d'avin and a war to fight then, she'd had a purpose and she'd had her friends. alvis is gone, too, and dutch knows how the war is going to end even if she hasn't seen it through yet: it's going to end with her killing aneela, with the two of them dying because if aneela goes, so does dutch.
so maybe dutch isn't thinking. maybe she's doing everything she can to avoid thinking. ]
Shut up. [ she tells him eloquently, a little more harshly than any other time, too. this isn't any other time, though. despite the tone and the alcohol on her tongue still, she slides against eggsy, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, and the hand she slides over his stomach is warm, firm but gentle. ]