kisses the f ro nt of his helmet. :I
there’s something about the way she speaks to him, the way she touches him that is ever so gentle and light and completely contradictory to everything that she does. He never thought he’d see such kindness and affection from a soldier like Carolina, not to say that she shouldn’t be feeling the way she is and acting the way she has but some soldiers that have been through something as close to where the agent has been tend to take years until they can develop out of the confines they have built and barricaded themselves in. A fortress to keep everyone out and away so that they wouldn’t have to feel pain ever again and fall victim to the demons they’ve worked so hard to vanquish yet, this woman is different.
Carolina is so different that he’s still having trouble wrapping his head around their relationship, and why did she chose him from the litter of far more adept, and courageous soldiers. Even he assumed that she had fancied Kimball but maybe it was his silent hunch and subtle communication in the way he spoke through words and body language that showed his calm behaviour when he knew that she had taken a liking to him after many conversations that made Carolina decide that she could get used to talking to him. What were casual conversations turned into attending various meetings together, parties, spending breakfast, lunch and dinner together. They kind of just clicked and he was perfectly happy with the way things turned out. Nothing was ever forced, and when it was Carolina’s turn to drop subtle hints that she knew he was confused about his feelings towards her, but accepting at the same time she gave him time to think it over, left an appropriate amount of space for him to not feel smothered and eventually he decided: yes.
yes he could move on from his own fears, and doubts, and constant hesitation. Since he too had his own demons much like Carolina. It turned out that they weren’t so different but, sometimes he still gets confused because he was Doyle, and she was Carolina. They weren’t supposed to be but they were and it was nice, and when Carolina speaks of her time within Project Freelancer it feels like it’s been centuries and for her, probably longer to make the choices she had and heal the way she had chosen to. Maybe she’s still healing, or maybe she’s already healed and accepted that somethings are just meant to be the way it is. Sometimes it’s confusing, but it’s a happy confusion that makes him jumps slightly at the contact when she places a peck on his helmet’s cheek, even if isn’t skin on skin. A smile is quick to form underneath his visor and a hand reaches up to lightly trace the imprint of lips. His fingers graze at the mark lightly and his eyes follow her as she heads out the door. Waving, and calling out to her he grabbed his data pad and followed after.
he would never miss the opportunity to escort his date.
