She levels a slow, unsteady gaze at him. But why. Did he think he could push his way back out? Not an unreasonable assumption, given his extremely powerful nature, but - that doesn't feel right, exactly. She doubts he'd just leave Johnny or the TARDIS behind like that. She doubts a lot of things right now. Punishment, he says.
She's not going to ask.
"No, I wouldn't have," she says quietly. "It gave Rush and Greta the opportunity to pull me out. It let them have me. It was a warning shot." She sighs heavily, staring at the table, trying not to think about it, failing entirely. "I know it would have killed me, and it almost did. But I'm okay. Nothing to do now but move forward, I guess."
Weirdly optimistic. She doesn't feel it, not really. She wants another drink, but she resists. She's had enough.
"I'm sorry," she says, abstractly, and rubs at her face with her hand, like trying to wake up. "Ugh. No more serious shit for now, okay? I'm fun. I swear." Oh, good, that doesn't sound desperate at all. Maybe he'll understand. "Can we move this to the couch and just cuddle or something. Or we could find something stupid to watch. I'm game for whatever."
She says it casually, because who cares, right? But now that she's said it, holy shit does that sound good. She hopes he doesn't mind. She needs something to take her mind away from his broken wings, her broken arm, Lucifer, and all of this.
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She's not going to ask.
"No, I wouldn't have," she says quietly. "It gave Rush and Greta the opportunity to pull me out. It let them have me. It was a warning shot." She sighs heavily, staring at the table, trying not to think about it, failing entirely. "I know it would have killed me, and it almost did. But I'm okay. Nothing to do now but move forward, I guess."
Weirdly optimistic. She doesn't feel it, not really. She wants another drink, but she resists. She's had enough.
"I'm sorry," she says, abstractly, and rubs at her face with her hand, like trying to wake up. "Ugh. No more serious shit for now, okay? I'm fun. I swear." Oh, good, that doesn't sound desperate at all. Maybe he'll understand. "Can we move this to the couch and just cuddle or something. Or we could find something stupid to watch. I'm game for whatever."
She says it casually, because who cares, right? But now that she's said it, holy shit does that sound good. She hopes he doesn't mind. She needs something to take her mind away from his broken wings, her broken arm, Lucifer, and all of this.