Re: Under the Gazebo
She couldn't help the look, one of concern and knowing, when he mentioned things going wrong. Pym was like they were, MK thought. Someone who had every single important thing taken from them and destroyed. She knew he had been right when they spoke on the phone a few days earlier. That she and Pym were similar. But then, MK was determined to keep Adam around the way Hank wasn't able to keep his Janet. She needed him.
Squeezing his hand reassuringly, she allowed him to pull her in, craving the feeling of his body near hers. It was times like this, when they were reunited and touching and oh so close, that she realized how much she missed him when he took his jaunts in through the door. Glass still in hand, a few rogue fingers grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, and she listened to him talk. "What?" she asked incredulously, eyes wide and hand with the glass jerking back as if he electrocuted her. "What the fuck are you talking about? There's no one you can trust more than me."