It shouldn’t have surprised Holly that on Bear’s list of things-that-made-everything-better, sex was on that list. It shouldn’t have surprised her in any way that he was offering to keep her company through any of the listed activities but it did. Movies, beer and snacks she was okay with. The sex thing did sort of throw her for a loop but Holly was excellent at covering her surprise, she worked with Supers, after all, so she just laughed when he awkwardly patted her upper arm.
“I’m good, but if I need a mate to watch films with,” she promised, “You’ll be the first one I call.” After all, trying to pin Lucas down to watch a movie was a nightmare, especially recently after whatever had happened that had put him in a near-permanent funk that permeated the air when they hung out. He still refused to tell her about it, and even though she had her own nagging suspicion, she wasn’t about to assume. She knew all too well what they said about assumptions.
She laughed after he offered to let her shoot him, surprised and delighted and genuinely touched by the gesture. Bear was one of the few agents here that Holly genuinely considered that she could be friends with. She knew he considered her a friend already, and if she were more willing to be lax with herself, she would say the same. But she didn’t want to cross that line, didn’t want anything to be even the tiniest bit blurred under a situation where a friend would do one thing and a Handler would do another.
“Where’s the fun in it if you don’t move?” She asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “I’m a good enough shot that I can hit a still target, Bear. There’s no challenge in that.”
She pushed a loose strand of hair back behind her ear and then sighed. “Okay, here’s what I propose. You finish what you came here to do, and then you can I can run an Insanity combat drill in the Hologym? How does that sound? Co-Op smashing stuff.”