[ She tightens her arms around his shoulders, pressing her face into his hair with a softness. Affection she's not used to but that - makes it easier. The things she had wanted for herself but never had, given back. ]
(I'll be right here.)
[ Soft as rain, just there, tucked in his mind, where he is tucked in hers. Where, as there is less and less of them, but they're still just there, if out of reach. Their thoughts, feelings, the little bits of them scattered. ]
[ For a long moment, Petre remains quiet. It's a bit like letting oneself fall asleep under the warmth of the sun, nerves and mind going quiet. He'd been so agitated coming here that it's almost strange to have it calmed down, but the purpose of seeking out Angel had always been for comfort and security. He just hadn't consciously counted on it happening. ]
[ Her fingers settle against his hair, drawing through it slowly, absently. It's soft, she notes. Wonders if psychos can be soft too - and makes sense. The world is never as straightforward as it appears, not that she has ever seen. ]
(I'm glad you are Petre, I think I'd be too scared to be here all by myself.)
[ She could, she is used to be alone, but that had been different. It was hard enough looking at everyone else's broods as they were, to how little they have left now. ]
[ It makes him look up at her, some incredulity in his eyes. He hadn't expected her to feel scared, and - well. Fear is something he knows what to do with, because fear requires safety in order to be quieted down. He thinks he can do that. He thinks he can finally be useful to Angel.
[ She looks at him with a smile then, grateful, that she'll have him in this. They can face these things. ]
Thank you. I'm glad to hear it. [ Smoothes her fingers through his hair over again, pushing it away from his eyes in a careful gesture so she could look at him properly. ] I won't let anything scare you either.
[ She can afford to feed it right now, get him calm, make him feel in control of himself. It's the best way she knows how to counter the swings, after Jack, she had worked that out. ]
Yeah, guess you wouldn't huh? Demons must not be scared of very much.
[ Catches the glimpse of it, but in turn she knows people like that - beings that kill like they were destruction itself. Murderers and saviours, they have a gun in each hand and she misses them in her way. ]
[ The reluctance in his voice isn't to admit it - rather just. Say it out loud at all. What if someone else is listening in on Petre having feelings. ]
[ She both knows and does not know missing. She knows longing, she knows wanting, but missing someone in particular? Rather than just a notion? She's not sure it's the same thing. It hadn't felt the same as what Steve talked about, or what Petre is currently pretending he doesn't feel. ]
Maybe. I haven't... really missed anyone since I came here. I definitely don't miss my home at all.
[ He's surprised, but even that sentiment is only mild. He supposes he's surprised at how little he misses everything about the place from where he came, too. He knows he misses hunting people, but the mission itself was just... something to do. Others would call it purpose, but he's too brash to understand it for what it was. He just wants Diana back. ]
[ she shrugs, one finger lifting up and then down again. ] I spent my life locked in one room with no one else.
[ Like this it's, easy to keep the memories locked away. Instead she tilts her head, drawing her fingers through his hair in a languid motion. Letting them curl through it and humming softly. ] No one misses their cage.
[ She keeps up the shifting motions of her fingers, as long as he seems to be letting her. She likes this. Likes being close and comfortable with someone she doesn't have to pretend quite the same around. ]
No more cages. [ she trusts in those words. Never again. ] What do you miss most about your Diana?
[ He tells her everything he can remember - and whatever he can't put in words comes in his thoughts instead, mental images of her face, her strength, her valor. Her body is covered in tattoos and she's brimming with power, both patient and disciplinary with the boy whenever he challenges her or others. He misses her sense of humor, he misses how she manages to get out of trouble in more than one way. He misses someone so powerful that he can count on, misses the link they shared just because they are made of the same burning matter. ]
[ Quietly, without hesitation, she takes the memories without comment, just lets him let it go as he pleased, however it twists about. Seeing her as he sees her, being awed as he is. Settles her chin on his head, and her arms loose about him, it comes easy, a back and forth that is nothing but that he is part of her and she is part of him.
After awhile then, when it seems right to, she hums softly. ]
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( I'll be right here. )
[ Soft as rain, just there, tucked in his mind, where he is tucked in hers. Where, as there is less and less of them, but they're still just there, if out of reach. Their thoughts, feelings, the little bits of them scattered. ]
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( I'll be here too. )
[ Is the nicest promise he can make to her. ]
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( I'm glad you are Petre, I think I'd be too scared to be here all by myself. )
[ She could, she is used to be alone, but that had been different. It was hard enough looking at everyone else's broods as they were, to how little they have left now. ]
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So his next words are spoken, not sent. ]
I won't let anything scare you, then.
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Thank you. I'm glad to hear it. [ Smoothes her fingers through his hair over again, pushing it away from his eyes in a careful gesture so she could look at him properly. ] I won't let anything scare you either.
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Nothing scares me.
[ A blatant lie, since he just came crying to her. ]
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Yeah, guess you wouldn't huh? Demons must not be scared of very much.
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[ She had absolutely nothing to be afraid of, Diana. Except, perhaps, losing her newest small brother. Which she has now. But he's lost her too. ]
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[ Catches the glimpse of it, but in turn she knows people like that - beings that kill like they were destruction itself. Murderers and saviours, they have a gun in each hand and she misses them in her way. ]
Do you miss her?
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Yeah, of course I miss her. You'd miss her too.
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Maybe. I haven't... really missed anyone since I came here. I definitely don't miss my home at all.
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[ He's surprised, but even that sentiment is only mild. He supposes he's surprised at how little he misses everything about the place from where he came, too. He knows he misses hunting people, but the mission itself was just... something to do. Others would call it purpose, but he's too brash to understand it for what it was. He just wants Diana back. ]
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[ Like this it's, easy to keep the memories locked away. Instead she tilts her head, drawing her fingers through his hair in a languid motion. Letting them curl through it and humming softly. ] No one misses their cage.
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No more cages.
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No more cages. [ she trusts in those words. Never again. ] What do you miss most about your Diana?
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After awhile then, when it seems right to, she hums softly. ]
( I can see why you miss her so much. )