Sharp eyes move to him, narrowed with intensity as if she too holds the power to read through him in ways that could be violating if she wasn't as respectful as he also is. She wants to say something but she cant argue; she can relate to the feeling of being on the edge, always afraid to lose control and slip back into old ways that he's worked so hard to escape from. She can't hold that against him, nor can she hold his need to keep his distance against him, and she doesn't. It doesn't seem to solve the issue, however, and a part of her wishes that he just hadn't told her that he wants to get closer to her in the first place. Men say it all the time. This is the first time that Natasha has wanted it as well.
She lets him move past the conversation, already emotionally drained from keeping herself so guarded, and Natasha watches as he walks away before she turns and disappears into the bedroom to take a shower. She doesn't know who's clothes she has, but the pants are definitely women's and she's pretty sure that the shirt is for men. It doesn't matter, she gets dried off and dressed, her hair still wet and loose as she moves down the stairs at the smell of food.
She can see the pizza on the kitchen table and Natasha feels a stab of guilt, recognizing the effort on his part to get it, but she shuts that down quickly with a reminder that she's going to have to stop feeling this way about him. Their conversation upstairs helped her get her head straight, he can't get near her, what the hell is she doing letting her heart loose with such carelessness? This isn't who she is, it's not who she was built to be.
She finds the plates and grabs a slice, leaning against the kitchen table instead of sitting as she eats, and after she finishes she grabs another piece before wandering around the house. It doesn't take her long to find him.
"Thank you..." Her voice breaks a silence that feels like it should have been left intact, and the air between them feels heavy now. Natasha swallows past a dry throat. "Did you feed?"
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She lets him move past the conversation, already emotionally drained from keeping herself so guarded, and Natasha watches as he walks away before she turns and disappears into the bedroom to take a shower. She doesn't know who's clothes she has, but the pants are definitely women's and she's pretty sure that the shirt is for men. It doesn't matter, she gets dried off and dressed, her hair still wet and loose as she moves down the stairs at the smell of food.
She can see the pizza on the kitchen table and Natasha feels a stab of guilt, recognizing the effort on his part to get it, but she shuts that down quickly with a reminder that she's going to have to stop feeling this way about him. Their conversation upstairs helped her get her head straight, he can't get near her, what the hell is she doing letting her heart loose with such carelessness? This isn't who she is, it's not who she was built to be.
She finds the plates and grabs a slice, leaning against the kitchen table instead of sitting as she eats, and after she finishes she grabs another piece before wandering around the house. It doesn't take her long to find him.
"Thank you..." Her voice breaks a silence that feels like it should have been left intact, and the air between them feels heavy now. Natasha swallows past a dry throat. "Did you feed?"