The way that he looks at her, without moving or breathing or... anything, it's a little unsettling. It's hard to find a tell on someone who can shut off completely when they decide that it's their turn to listen, but it's something that she can work past. She's going to have to, especially if they're going to be stuck together in this tiny house.
She's actually surprised at how cold his shoulder is when she places her hand on it, as if he's radiating cold instead of simply lacking heat, and her mind immediately goes to inappropriate places about how that must be unpleasant in certain situations which is remarkably unlike her. She chalks it up to the fact that she's stuck in the woods with nothing but a pretty, dead boy and a pretty dead boy to look at, and once she pushes the thought out of her mind she turns to ask him if he wants tea before... he's gone. He did warn her ahead of time, she supposes, so she makes him some anyway, uncertain as to how long it'll take for him to get it whatever chased him off out of his system.
Barely ten minutes passes before she can see him coming closer through the window, and her hands freeze over her tea as her eyes narrow. Is that - is he carrying a tree? "Really?" She isn't asking anybody in particular but she sighs as she moves to the front door, leaving the house so she can see him outside with two mugs in her hands, both filled with tea.
As he approaches she approaches him as well, meeting him half way and staring at the giant tree on his shoulder. Alright. "Fine." She says aloud, eyes narrowing a little as a smile ghosts her lips. It's slight, almost flirtatious in a way where she just naturally is. "I'm almost impressed, Jasper Whitlock. Almost." she hands him the mug in his free hand since he only needs one to carry the tree, and when she continues her voice starts to match the smile she wears. "Except you still have to break it down so it'll fit into the fireplace." Her eyes move to the tree once more, searching it for a moment, and when she looks back at him it's with a playful grin that's almost mischievous. "And, that's an Aspen." She taps his nose with the tip of her finger. "Not a Birch."
Natasha finds herself biting on her bottom lip to try and reel back her smile, and she takes two steps back with her mug in both hands before she turns to head back inside. "You should break that down soon, we're going to want to bring it all inside before tonight." She calls out to him over her shoulder, amusement in her voice. "It's going to get cold, that matters to some of us."
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She's actually surprised at how cold his shoulder is when she places her hand on it, as if he's radiating cold instead of simply lacking heat, and her mind immediately goes to inappropriate places about how that must be unpleasant in certain situations which is remarkably unlike her. She chalks it up to the fact that she's stuck in the woods with nothing but a pretty, dead boy and a pretty dead boy to look at, and once she pushes the thought out of her mind she turns to ask him if he wants tea before... he's gone. He did warn her ahead of time, she supposes, so she makes him some anyway, uncertain as to how long it'll take for him to get it whatever chased him off out of his system.
Barely ten minutes passes before she can see him coming closer through the window, and her hands freeze over her tea as her eyes narrow. Is that - is he carrying a tree? "Really?" She isn't asking anybody in particular but she sighs as she moves to the front door, leaving the house so she can see him outside with two mugs in her hands, both filled with tea.
As he approaches she approaches him as well, meeting him half way and staring at the giant tree on his shoulder. Alright. "Fine." She says aloud, eyes narrowing a little as a smile ghosts her lips. It's slight, almost flirtatious in a way where she just naturally is. "I'm almost impressed, Jasper Whitlock. Almost." she hands him the mug in his free hand since he only needs one to carry the tree, and when she continues her voice starts to match the smile she wears. "Except you still have to break it down so it'll fit into the fireplace." Her eyes move to the tree once more, searching it for a moment, and when she looks back at him it's with a playful grin that's almost mischievous. "And, that's an Aspen." She taps his nose with the tip of her finger. "Not a Birch."
Natasha finds herself biting on her bottom lip to try and reel back her smile, and she takes two steps back with her mug in both hands before she turns to head back inside. "You should break that down soon, we're going to want to bring it all inside before tonight." She calls out to him over her shoulder, amusement in her voice. "It's going to get cold, that matters to some of us."