Re: log, Manhattan: Sharon C/Steve R
Sharon was vaguely satisfied as she looked him over and she squeezed his fingers back and the eye contact she made said more than her words ever would. Worry, concern, trust, calm because he was there and tangible. "We'll fix that when this is all over," she said seriously. "You can have what you need, Steve. Don't hesitate to ask. And -" she paused. "If I get sick my second in command knows to give you what you need. You won't lose resources. And if you do I've got a list of people who will make sure you get them. People we can trust in the organization." She shrugged a bit and gave him an innocent look, "My contingency plans have contingency plans."
They didn't have a lot of time left. She knew that, so she held onto the moment as long as she could, she committed it to memory. She didn't know when they'd be seeing each other again after he left here with the agents lined up outside, so - like the good old days - she took a mental picture of this point in time. "That the orders they get from you are the orders they get from me. When I was putting the team together, I didn't specify that you'd be their C.O. when I called them in. That may have taken them by surprise, but they'll do what needs doing."
She looked him over one more time and took a deep breath before she had to unlock the door. The lock opening was almost too loud in her ears, they'd step back out into hell now - separate - and hopefully meet back up when this was all said and done. She had to get to Brooklyn, they were setting up an emergency shelter for people who weren't showing symptoms and she was due there soon enough. Her hand rested on the doorknob, but she didn't open the door right away. Instead she turned her head just slightly away from him as she stood slightly on her tip toes closing the height distance just a bit. She tapped her finger on her cheek with a small smile. She didn't worry about being presumptuous, it wasn't a huge ask, but she couldn't exactly expect it from him once they were outside the door. It would be back to business as soon as the door opened, regardless of the flecks of dirt and blood their hug left behind on her shirt. No one outside the door would dare ask, but certain things were better kept behind a door for the time being. Sharon's moments of sentimentality were one of those things.