Bonnie/Nic 23: things we said when we were both crying >B}c (Idk how to send asks on mobile)
It’s said in a rush, when Nicolas forces his air back in after a quiet, heaving sob, but Bonnie hears him anyway.
She wipes uselessly at her wet and ruddy cheeks, eyes swollen, nose running, and tries to make herself look him in the face--but she can’t. Not yet.
“N-Nic...we c...no. We can’t...”
They’ve had this conversation before. More than once. Whenever respawn fails, somehow, someway, it’s always a RED team member that dies for the last time. By their own hand, through foul play, one way or another...always RED.
And they always wonder, what if it’s you, next?
“Bonnie.” His scarred hands clasp over hers, engulf them, tug her closer until she’ll finally look at him. They both look a mess--terrified, shaking, hiding in a corridor while more steadfast teammates bid them all to regroup in plain sight.
“Bonnie--come on, come on, if we don’t leave--”
She hiccups and shuts her eyes tight, shaking her head. How much worse has she endured? So much--she can manage, she can--
The shriek of the intercom sputtering to life breaks them apart; Clark’s voice washes over the halls, bidding the team to gather in their previously assigned meeting spots. Secrets. Rooting out the spies.
They lock eyes; his desperate, hers wavering.
“...I’m getting my things.” He takes a step backwards, then two. “Water tower. Two hours. ...I’ll wait as long as I can.”
He’s gone before she can say anything else; in the dark hallway, she stands alone, grasping her necklace to her chest and unable to hear the intercom over the pounding rush in her ears.