[ There's something in her voice that makes him look up, eyes meeting hers. Whatever curiosity's there, he doesn't voice it. ]
We aren't alone.
[ There's a quiet confidence in spite of the flat inflection. His memory ticks back to the train, the last time it'd been just them, the sight of Skye pallid and covered in blood. Leaving her alone had been a mistake, then. He realistically knows that they can't spend every second together in the hotel, and that it's probably just the cold and the lack of sleep talking, but after a beat of silence: ]
Is it... do you want me to stay?
[ Which sounds a little bit like some kind of pick-up, in retrospect, but instead of awkwardly backpedaling he simply lets context speak for itself. ]
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We aren't alone.
[ There's a quiet confidence in spite of the flat inflection. His memory ticks back to the train, the last time it'd been just them, the sight of Skye pallid and covered in blood. Leaving her alone had been a mistake, then. He realistically knows that they can't spend every second together in the hotel, and that it's probably just the cold and the lack of sleep talking, but after a beat of silence: ]
Is it... do you want me to stay?
[ Which sounds a little bit like some kind of pick-up, in retrospect, but instead of awkwardly backpedaling he simply lets context speak for itself. ]