[ Iain's glance tells her all she needs to know. (No, not today. Maybe tomorrow, then. Maybe for a little while.) Gingerly, she curls her fingers back to form a loose fist which she drops again to her side. The look that she gives Iain is quietly reassuring though strained at the very edges. (S'alright, luv. Better luck next time. I'm not goin' anywhere; never planned to.) ]
Can I make you somethin'? [ Moneypenny knows how Iain takes his coffee, how he takes his tea, too. How he likes to drink his whiskey (or used to, she doesn't let him anymore; the alcohol just makes things worse). The path that his straight razor would take over the planes of his face, back when his hands were still steady, back when his muscles could remember. She knows how he likes to dress, how he hates to drive, and which tapes in his car have gotten the most mileage. MP knows all this because, like Iain had told her once: someone has to. ] Somethin' to drink or eat. Anythin'.
[ (I'll give you anything, Iain. If you'd only remember how to ask.) Moneypenny shrugs awkwardly. She can't remember when it started to be uncomfortable between them -- whether it was a slow and steady decline or if she'd simply woken up one morning and realized he was a stranger. ] Company.
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Can I make you somethin'? [ Moneypenny knows how Iain takes his coffee, how he takes his tea, too. How he likes to drink his whiskey (or used to, she doesn't let him anymore; the alcohol just makes things worse). The path that his straight razor would take over the planes of his face, back when his hands were still steady, back when his muscles could remember. She knows how he likes to dress, how he hates to drive, and which tapes in his car have gotten the most mileage. MP knows all this because, like Iain had told her once: someone has to. ] Somethin' to drink or eat. Anythin'.
[ (I'll give you anything, Iain. If you'd only remember how to ask.) Moneypenny shrugs awkwardly. She can't remember when it started to be uncomfortable between them -- whether it was a slow and steady decline or if she'd simply woken up one morning and realized he was a stranger. ] Company.