and back again , deciding to change tact . “ you look well ,” good . she looked good , despite the anger etched on her face . not that she would admit it , for now . familiar furrow of brows almost made her reflect fondly on the past .
lips press into a thin line , refraining from smirking at her comment , —— an attempt to avoid further angering her , or not giving her the satisfaction .ᐣ she didn’t know which it was yet . +
but that was the bitterness in her . mostly at the sudden anger that was being displayed , half didn’t understand it . why ask to meet if she just wanted to berate her .ᐣ
gaze shifts , flitting from her , to the ground , +
the met had erin deep undercover at this point , months , or even years poured into navigating and investigating a crime syndicate . playing the part of some charming fixer , and unfortunately had grown all too good at it . +
the past , or have stomach the consequences of being emotionally stunted , it seemed .
still , eleven - o - three ; she finally appears , hands shoved in pockets to avoid the chill , sauntering into the quiet , damp underpass . +