Yeah. Give her a decade or two and maybe she will be used to how free the rest of them are with one another. The gentle touches, the free affection, whatever it is that happens behind closed doors -- doors that she's pretty sure are closed because she's there.
At the mention of children, she can't help but reach out with a hand, settling it on his knee and squeezing gently. She gets it, even if she can't say it out loud.
"If you were only telling me about children now, we'd be having a different conversation," She teases, gently, and then makes a face and swats at him. "And I better be better than your ex-wives--in personality and in whatever club we join together."
Excuse you, Booker, she's fantastic in bed. The flight attendant gives them both an indulgent smile, offers to fill their drinks and then is gone again.
Booker’s better. Not perfect but he’s learned to carry his baggage a little bit better. The only thing that cuts deep are children. He reaches out, takes her hand in his, and laces their fingers together.
He’s gotten better about accepting sympathy as well.
“It’ll be about eight hours.” The resort is almost halfway across the country from where they were now. It would be a long, hopefully relaxing flight that would give them time to get into character.
“Once we get there we can unpack and adjust. I don’t think we need to meet our friend right away.” Booker means the target. They can take the time to set up in their private resort cabin and adjust to any jet lag before they go to mingle and make friends.
These sort of missions take a long time. Booker almost wished they could have found a way for Nicky to set up and shoot the bastard. It would be messier but quicker. “It’s good you’re getting into it. Put just enough truth in the character to live it.”
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At the mention of children, she can't help but reach out with a hand, settling it on his knee and squeezing gently. She gets it, even if she can't say it out loud.
"If you were only telling me about children now, we'd be having a different conversation," She teases, gently, and then makes a face and swats at him. "And I better be better than your ex-wives--in personality and in whatever club we join together."
Excuse you, Booker, she's fantastic in bed. The flight attendant gives them both an indulgent smile, offers to fill their drinks and then is gone again.
"How long of a flight are we in for, again?"
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He’s gotten better about accepting sympathy as well.
“It’ll be about eight hours.” The resort is almost halfway across the country from where they were now. It would be a long, hopefully relaxing flight that would give them time to get into character.
“Once we get there we can unpack and adjust. I don’t think we need to meet our friend right away.” Booker means the target. They can take the time to set up in their private resort cabin and adjust to any jet lag before they go to mingle and make friends.
These sort of missions take a long time. Booker almost wished they could have found a way for Nicky to set up and shoot the bastard. It would be messier but quicker. “It’s good you’re getting into it. Put just enough truth in the character to live it.”
A good lie always had a kernel of truth.