What? [ He raises a brow at her, curious and confused both. ] Nothing. Don't know what you mean.
[ He does, in fact, know what she means. For all he's good at putting on a façade and acting out a role, sometimes it's not so easy for him to mask his own emotions, stop them from bubbling to the surface. He learned quickly that anything involving Diana makes him far more vulnerable than he'd care to admit. Years of being a good spy didn't do him any good at all, the moment she stepped onto that ballroom in that blue dress.
And it does him no good now, when his mind is flooded with memories and thoughts of her. He feels as though he's struggling against a wild tide, trying to build a dam that's been shattered to pieces. ]
Should I settle for the couch, then? If you're going to make my bed your own for the night.
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[ He does, in fact, know what she means. For all he's good at putting on a façade and acting out a role, sometimes it's not so easy for him to mask his own emotions, stop them from bubbling to the surface. He learned quickly that anything involving Diana makes him far more vulnerable than he'd care to admit. Years of being a good spy didn't do him any good at all, the moment she stepped onto that ballroom in that blue dress.
And it does him no good now, when his mind is flooded with memories and thoughts of her. He feels as though he's struggling against a wild tide, trying to build a dam that's been shattered to pieces. ]
Should I settle for the couch, then? If you're going to make my bed your own for the night.