[ Natasha sits down beside him with the kind of grace that belies the way her muscles are still mildly atrophied, her hair barely more than a ginger fuzz. Nobody sees the way she forces herself through physical therapy with sweat and tears and self-censure to be able to move with her usual fluidity. She may never forgive her rescue team for seeing her so weak. ]
Is this a suicidal thing?
[ She's dressed warm, but doesn't offer to warm him, or any sort of assistance, just intrudes placidly on his solitary trial. ]
Waiting for a machine to hear your teeth chattering?
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Is this a suicidal thing?
[ She's dressed warm, but doesn't offer to warm him, or any sort of assistance, just intrudes placidly on his solitary trial. ]
Waiting for a machine to hear your teeth chattering?