Re: Log: Seven/Hels/Marta
"I'm pretty sure it's just further confirmation that the women in my life are all conspiring to drive me insane, yeah." Seven's eyebrows arched towards his hairline as he smiled, the wry expression on his face indicating that he wasn't even remotely joking but also that he'd come to accept that particular truth. It was an easy acknowledgement of the situation's humour - his situation, which was just about the last thing he'd have expected even a year ago. He paused, then hitched one shoulder up towards his ear in a shrug as he remembered the last time that he'd seen Hels. "When they're not saving my life."
And evidently he wasn't the only one going there. The solid front door swung open as he key slid into place and he leaned his weight into it, but he hesitated on the threshold after hauling the cooler into the foyer. One hand swung up to the spot on the side of his head where his hair was still a little short, where it grew funny around the scar that bracketed his left ear. "Don't think I forgot that I owe you one, yeah? Not for saving me - for her. I know that if I say thanks one more time, you'll probably punch me in the throat. So I'm not sayin' it."
He stepped aside to make room so that she could haul her own ice cream luggage through the door, shutting it behind them and leading the way into the kitchen. Sparing only a glance over his shoulder, because that was about as touchy-feely as they were going to get with one another and they both knew it. They understood each other in that way, he supposed. Then he turned, calling out in the direction of the staircase as hauled open the freezer door and began to unload the actual food in order to make room for the ice cream.