Re: log: dylan & max (soon to be daniel & lin too)
[Despite the fuck-up in Mexico, she trusted McKendrick. Despite his need to be open about their relationship with the bigwigs at Langley, she trusted McKendrick. He'd cost her a career she never realized she needed, and she still trusted him. This wasn't a job, but too long on the job meant she saw everything as a job. This was no different, and she still had faith in the man at her side.
Wishbone? You're making me watching something about chicken bones? [A lifted brown brow and the certainty that he might mean precisely that.] Sweetheart, you bring enough beer, and I'll watch your rainbow readers and a chicken bone marathon. [Pretend or not, false or not, she liked that exaggerated exasperation with her clueless state.] I just learned about comics. Go easy on me. My supervillain friend told me JFK was a mutant. How am I supposed to even take any of this seriously?
[When he drew her close, she understood why. There was still enough of pre-Dhaka in her to wish he'd done it for reasons other than appearing like a harmless couple headed somewhere they'd been invited. But the difference between pre-Dhaka and now was that she didn't actually say anything about that wish.
She stepped away when he did, adding a little more space.] Your gun sounds like a riot. You should introduce me sometime. [She grinned, and she stopped in front of 407 and pretended to consider.] You remembered my adoration for shooting doors in. How sweet.
[With that, she turned the knob and walked in. Straight shoulders, military stance, no curves and quite a few more lines on her face than the man who followed her in had on his.]