[ It's pretty awful, actually. But better, now that she's found him. Seeing him here talking to her and not locked up somewhere had helped a lot. She still doesn't understand what had happened, why she'd seen what she had, but she knows it's in the past. She knows everything had turned out all right.
But Hardison looks way less okay than he's claiming to be, looking over his shoulder as if afraid someone's been following him. She follows his gaze, staring intently down the hall for a moment, but there's nothing there. No one.
She's still and quiet for a beat too long, thinking, trying to figure out what to say. ]
Um.
[ Her voice is very small suddenly. ]
What if...it's too late for...that?
To...not dig around.
[ Dig. Even the word makes her wince, face scrunching up in discomfort and dismay. How can he just say it like that? Her arms tighten around him again, fingers twisting into his shirt. ]
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But Hardison looks way less okay than he's claiming to be, looking over his shoulder as if afraid someone's been following him. She follows his gaze, staring intently down the hall for a moment, but there's nothing there. No one.
She's still and quiet for a beat too long, thinking, trying to figure out what to say. ]
Um.
[ Her voice is very small suddenly. ]
What if...it's too late for...that?
To...not dig around.
[ Dig. Even the word makes her wince, face scrunching up in discomfort and dismay. How can he just say it like that? Her arms tighten around him again, fingers twisting into his shirt. ]