[Angela holds him tightly as they sink to the floor together, as if he'll disappear the instant she lets him go. She tilts her head up to rub her cheek against his, her fingers coming through dark hair.]
Shhh...[Perhaps she's being too tender, but what's done is done, and all she wants is to give him this last piece of comfort. He didn't change his mind when he first climbed in through her window, when they kissed, when she gave herself over to him... if they were to part ways after this, let their last minutes together be as happy as they can afford them to be. Which isn't much- a bittersweet realization.]
You'll be free. [Her voice breaks despite her efforts.] And I hope you can be happy.
[It would be too much to hope that they would find each other again after all of this, after Overwatch. The horizon was brimming with dark clouds, but Angela's not ready to leave yet. Now more than ever, they need her here. Before tonight, the thought of it wouldn't have hurt her the way it does now.
With great reluctance she's the one who starts to untangle her bodies, gingerly sliding off his lap with a quiet noise. Her hand worryingly caresses his cheek before she abruptly withdraws her touch, remembering that moment was now over.]
Are you all right? [She pauses, and then adds:] Your breathing.
[Neither of them were all right, she knows, but there was nothing to be done about that kind of pain.]
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Shhh...[Perhaps she's being too tender, but what's done is done, and all she wants is to give him this last piece of comfort. He didn't change his mind when he first climbed in through her window, when they kissed, when she gave herself over to him... if they were to part ways after this, let their last minutes together be as happy as they can afford them to be. Which isn't much- a bittersweet realization.]
You'll be free. [Her voice breaks despite her efforts.] And I hope you can be happy.
[It would be too much to hope that they would find each other again after all of this, after Overwatch. The horizon was brimming with dark clouds, but Angela's not ready to leave yet. Now more than ever, they need her here. Before tonight, the thought of it wouldn't have hurt her the way it does now.
With great reluctance she's the one who starts to untangle her bodies, gingerly sliding off his lap with a quiet noise. Her hand worryingly caresses his cheek before she abruptly withdraws her touch, remembering that moment was now over.]
Are you all right? [She pauses, and then adds:] Your breathing.
[Neither of them were all right, she knows, but there was nothing to be done about that kind of pain.]