[She nods, leaves him. Not quite sure what else to say.
But she returns, as she said she would, almost down to the minute. She left her bag at the loft, and doesn't bother with the over-sized coat she usually wears.
She's still maybe overthinking things, but she does come back (as if she has somewhere else to go), and despite that near-invisible tension in how she always holds herself, is maybe a little less raw edges than she had been at first. Trusting him is reckless, but she's done worse.]
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[She nods, leaves him. Not quite sure what else to say.
But she returns, as she said she would, almost down to the minute. She left her bag at the loft, and doesn't bother with the over-sized coat she usually wears.
She's still maybe overthinking things, but she does come back (as if she has somewhere else to go), and despite that near-invisible tension in how she always holds herself, is maybe a little less raw edges than she had been at first. Trusting him is reckless, but she's done worse.]
Loki.