[oh. this is close. of course it's close, it's fine. he lets her maneuver his face, swallowing a little nervously. he's trusting her with a razor to his skin, at his jaw and near his neck. every instinct is telling him no, yet here he is. he does not look down at her mouth when she licks her lips, but it's a very near thing.]
[it takes him a second to answer, distracted by her fingers on his chin.]
What kind of mission? [he's been on lots.] First solo? First official? Test missions? Information runs? Group? I probably had a few different firsts.
no subject
[it takes him a second to answer, distracted by her fingers on his chin.]
What kind of mission? [he's been on lots.] First solo? First official? Test missions? Information runs? Group? I probably had a few different firsts.
[first assassination. first sabotage.]