Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate
Nate walked back into the hotel room, green eyes roving over the interface briefly, he didn’t stop to check to make sure it was okay or if she had changed everything. He knew her. He knew that she wouldn’t change their system. He knew that she would at the very least try to keep the familiar stuff the same to keep things from being as awkward as possible between the two of them and for that he was grateful. “Everything looks good, we’re all set." He remarked gruffly.
Nate grabbed his bag of clothes and walked into the back bedroom. A small string of profanities in Russian escaped the man before he wandered back out into the front part of the room and dropped his bag on the couch. “Only one bed, I’ll sleep out here." He said before going over to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “How we lookin’ from up here?" He asked.
One bed. One bed. Had this been a mistake on the part of the Hotel or was Nick Fury trying to get the two back together? Not that Claire was about to admit that things hadn't exactly worked out with Malikai. That would just be the last nail in her coffin. Of course, to say it hadn't worked out wasn't an accurate descriptor. They hadn't even really had a chance to try, since shortly after Claire left Nate Malikai dropped off the face of the planet. Claire had used every resource she could access at SHIELD and still had found no trace of him. She didn't know if he was dead or alive and avoiding her. She wasn't sure which option hurt less.
"All good here," Claire answered him, "Program is running smoothly, all the equipment seems to be functioning properly." She looked over to Nate and then back into the bedroom.
"You can have the bed." I know you'd like it better, you sprawl out like a fat cat when you sleep and I almost always sleep curled up in a ball.









