Re: Log: Seven/Hels/Marta
The barking dog didn't make her jump or even bare her teeth in a hiss. It had been there the last time, but unlike last time, Seven wasn't opening the door but coming up behind her. And like the dog, his presence didn't startle her. "Are you sure that's Bean and not just Bean conspiring against you?" It was a tease, betrayed in the curve of her smile.
Touch was still something pronounced. It was something she either forced herself to accept and initiate, or something that came with less force but never easily, never like it was a guarantee. Like hugging Solas, like the touch of Seven's hand to her shoulder - these things were not promises written in warmth and the oil of fingertips. "She quit responding on the journals. I figured that was a sign that the lack of ice cream had reached emergency status."
She stepped back and out of the way for him to get to the door. "And before she hears, can I say it's really glad to see you when I'm not trying to drag you bleeding out of a truck? Your ass is heavy and you were impossible to try to get a neck brace on. Try not to do that again, okay? Besides, it stresses Marta out, even if she'd never admit it. And I never told you that, ever."