Re: Gotham: Iris and Joey
Joey. [It served as a confirmation as much as the small nod she gave as she stepped forward. The cold from the door made her wince, but she did her best to hide it, her hands pulling up into her sleeves and then tucking into the coat's pockets. It was only a moment of hesitation before she stepped forward through the door as he stepped back.
It had been a long time since she'd breathed in the air of Gotham, and the rubber and exhaust of the garage only served to intensify it. It caught her up for a moment, her steps stopping as the scent brought back memories. Intense memories, and so few of them good.
The close proximity surprised her, drew her shoulders tight and closer to her ears. And for a moment, she angled away. She didn't step back or push out, but for just those few seconds, her shoulders didn't align with his. The concerns and hesitations were possibly easy enough to read on her face (if someone knew what to look for), but they faded again without too much effort. Of any of her siblings, Joey was always the one who she'd never heard anything violent or angry from. Not that she could remember, at least. Even if he was younger and didn't remember her. And so the arm around her shoulders was accepted as she did her best to stand close while not being too obtrusive. Family could be like this.
And with those thoughts of family...] Has someone told you? That we're related?