Agent South Dakota

[ownperson]

● Agent South Dakota
fucking bullshit
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[ownperson]

Yeah, yeah, go on; I was close to joking he'd think you got lost anyway. I'm gonna... sit here for a bit, I feel like fuckin' lead.

[ She playfully waves her hand as if batting him towards the door. ]

Love you, Drew. Go find your fuckin' boyfriend.

[bothbarrels]

Thanks, Nat.

[ He stands, walks around the chair, and bends down to give her a light peck on the cheek before leaving. ]

[ownperson]

[ If she lights up at that, the fact never gets to leave this room.

South sits there for a long time, after that, exhausted and letting everything she said settle in her, somewhere. It's light a physical weight has been lifted off her chest that she didn't even realise existed because it had been there for so long she couldn't remember a time before it.

He understood. It really mattered this time and he actually understood.

She'll keep her promise. She'll... think about Delta, at some point, when her mind has settled. But there's other thoughts starting to take root, too; thoughts about what she can do, ways to be better, here.

She thinks she has a few ideas. ]