[He knew that it was all fun and games because they needed it to be, but if they actually wanted to grow a friendship to something deeper, they would need to touch on serious topics. That mission had brought them together after all, as without it they may have been less likely to lean in hard to the proposition of a date with each other.
Her candor about her near death experience and the details surrounding it actually relaxed him again. As upset as she might have been with the horrors of it, she seemed to be providing a telling that was facts over emotion.]
I was a Neon, shift supervisors for one of the engine working groups. I spent my fair share of time with the Sprawls and even the Dregs when I could, but... Neons are restricted with schedules. [He stared at the ceiling above, shifting one leg to hang off the side of the bed and give a light back and forth sway.] They assigned me a family. It wasn't mine, but... [He trailed off. She knew he had dead kids, so this mission forced him to confront certain losses.
He turned his head to regard her, taking solace in their mutual honesty. It had been a terrible mission, yet an excellent introduction on what he could expect.] I can't say that I've met this Vincent. [Of course, her description of the man was a few red flags short of a full parade.] You're useful alive and without having suffered losses of this place, huh? He sounds like a real charmer. Do you consider him a friend or...?
[Calling her ugly? Janna, Vander was now curious enough to see if he could track this guy down to meet. It was bound to result in terrible interaction, but it had been a few days since he had met someone he regretted dealings.
He sighed at the kiss, corner of his lip tugging in an affectionate little smile.] United in misery from the train and using that to have a good time. Maybe this has to be a post-mission routine.
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Her candor about her near death experience and the details surrounding it actually relaxed him again. As upset as she might have been with the horrors of it, she seemed to be providing a telling that was facts over emotion.]
I was a Neon, shift supervisors for one of the engine working groups. I spent my fair share of time with the Sprawls and even the Dregs when I could, but... Neons are restricted with schedules. [He stared at the ceiling above, shifting one leg to hang off the side of the bed and give a light back and forth sway.] They assigned me a family. It wasn't mine, but... [He trailed off. She knew he had dead kids, so this mission forced him to confront certain losses.
He turned his head to regard her, taking solace in their mutual honesty. It had been a terrible mission, yet an excellent introduction on what he could expect.] I can't say that I've met this Vincent. [Of course, her description of the man was a few red flags short of a full parade.] You're useful alive and without having suffered losses of this place, huh? He sounds like a real charmer. Do you consider him a friend or...?
[Calling her ugly? Janna, Vander was now curious enough to see if he could track this guy down to meet. It was bound to result in terrible interaction, but it had been a few days since he had met someone he regretted dealings.
He sighed at the kiss, corner of his lip tugging in an affectionate little smile.] United in misery from the train and using that to have a good time. Maybe this has to be a post-mission routine.