Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow... she will never drink the eel. Sorry, Foggy.
Verity can be the solid shore holding off his sea of chaos. She can take the beating. She will be his shelter from every kind of storm. And this port will come to him. With food.
Food she's barely touched, and has forgotten about now he's touching her. She turns her hand under his so they can lace their fingers together. "Soon," and the weight of the promise isn't in the volume of the whisper. "I think soon."
Karen gets a grateful smile; Ver can guess what she's doing and appreciates it. They'll have some girl time soon. Time to talk and share strategies for dealing with this amazing mess of a city. And to talk about costumed vigilantes and protecting themselves. Maybe a trip to the shooting range will be in order, since Karen's got a gun at home.
"Thank you, both of you." It's offered a little shyly, but it's heartfelt.
Foggy's antics get a smirk, but there's a protective edge there behind the amusement. "Matt is one of the few things in my life that's never been a headache." Which probably says more about her than she intends it to.
Once they're alone again, Ver takes both Matt's hands in hers. Her way of catching his eye to make sure she has his attention. "Honey... there's something I need to tell you. I'm okay, I'm not hurt or sick or anything." A quick reassurance, because they're both worriers. "But something happened you should know about."
That's where the easy part of the conversation ends. She releases one of his hands to take a sip of lemonade before trying to go on. "I met this guy a couple of weeks ago, and he's nice and I like spending time with him... he flirts a lot, and I thought I had shut that down gently enough to be friends with him, but now... now he says he's in love with me and I don't know what to do about that. Anyway. I thought I should tell you before you hear things from someone else."
It's not hard to tell she's feeling conflicted, confused, hurt and worried about all of this. He knows she doesn't have the experience in these things to know how to handle it gently, and she doesn't want to do things the way she would have before. This whole 'kinder gentler Verity' gig isn't easy to figure out.
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Verity can be the solid shore holding off his sea of chaos. She can take the beating. She will be his shelter from every kind of storm. And this port will come to him. With food.
Food she's barely touched, and has forgotten about now he's touching her. She turns her hand under his so they can lace their fingers together. "Soon," and the weight of the promise isn't in the volume of the whisper. "I think soon."
Karen gets a grateful smile; Ver can guess what she's doing and appreciates it. They'll have some girl time soon. Time to talk and share strategies for dealing with this amazing mess of a city. And to talk about costumed vigilantes and protecting themselves. Maybe a trip to the shooting range will be in order, since Karen's got a gun at home.
"Thank you, both of you." It's offered a little shyly, but it's heartfelt.
Foggy's antics get a smirk, but there's a protective edge there behind the amusement. "Matt is one of the few things in my life that's never been a headache." Which probably says more about her than she intends it to.
Once they're alone again, Ver takes both Matt's hands in hers. Her way of catching his eye to make sure she has his attention. "Honey... there's something I need to tell you. I'm okay, I'm not hurt or sick or anything." A quick reassurance, because they're both worriers. "But something happened you should know about."
That's where the easy part of the conversation ends. She releases one of his hands to take a sip of lemonade before trying to go on. "I met this guy a couple of weeks ago, and he's nice and I like spending time with him... he flirts a lot, and I thought I had shut that down gently enough to be friends with him, but now... now he says he's in love with me and I don't know what to do about that. Anyway. I thought I should tell you before you hear things from someone else."
It's not hard to tell she's feeling conflicted, confused, hurt and worried about all of this. He knows she doesn't have the experience in these things to know how to handle it gently, and she doesn't want to do things the way she would have before. This whole 'kinder gentler Verity' gig isn't easy to figure out.