[ Unpleasant as the prospect is, Hei knows the guards will escort her out eventually. Prisons don't tolerate hangers-on. Especially ones who buzz around dangerous captives. When Pai settles against the bars, he draws closer. Passes both his arms through the gaps, gathering her into a makeshift hug, the cold lines of metal interspersing Pai's warmth. He listens for a moment to her quiet breathing, absorbing her nearness, and wonders if she's trying to be nonchalant for his sake. The very fact that she's not leaving, after all, is a sign that she wants more cosseting than she's consciously letting on. But that's normal. He's never left her alone for so long. Not even on solo ops in South America. ]
[ Between the bars, he brushes his lips against the top of her head. His answer is honest and matter-of-fact. ]
no subject
[ Between the bars, he brushes his lips against the top of her head. His answer is honest and matter-of-fact. ]
Because I like talking to you.