re: a whole bunch of questions, status: accepting.
he knows better than to ask if she's sure she wants to do this. he knows better than to try to change her mind or point out the obvious risks. the building's blueprint is spread out on the mattress, and he's just looking — DOORS, HALLWAYS, CHOKE POINTS. exits, blind spots. it's better than doing nothing. planning for contingencies is about the only piece of this he can still control. there's no point in rerouting the plan into something cleaner now — she's already half-dressed in red and blue, a wig hiding the blonde hair he loves. fingers grip the glass in his hand. bottom-shelf whiskey, too weak to dull the fact that if things go south tomorrow, HOMELANDER will come for their heads, whether or not they manage to leak the footage. he tips it back and lets it burn his throat on the way down.
@supelight asked: would you help me zip this in the back?
" you know i prefer you without all this, right? " no make up, no clothes, her skin against his — that's how he likes her. if the circumstances were different, he'd have her somewhere she could breathe without looking over her shoulder, a few countries away from the mess they're tangled in. because he can see it's ruining her. the constant movement, the violence that follows them wherever they go — NEVER STAYING IN ONE PLACE. it's just instinct for him but it's not easy. arm slides around her waist, pulling her closer, the heat of her body pressing against his chest. " those shorts are impractical as hell too. " he adds, mouth brushing the back of her neck. he hates that goddamn wig. he reaches up, fingers gently tugging at the red strands and lifting it off. long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. that's better. " there's my girl. "
