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Yes, thank you.

[She should say more, but she doesn't know what else to add without sounding bitter or angry or something else that will unncessarily distress him.]

( It sounds so polished, and professional. Yes, thank you.

It sounds cold. Donny's gaze drops, and he just starts putting away the groceries he doesn't need right away and fishing out what's necessary for the first round of cooking. )

O-okay.

( Why's she doing that? )

[Maybe she should have left for a little while, until she was capable of dealing with this a little better than she is right now.

But it's too late for that, and he would have taken it as a slight anyway.]

Can I help?

[Sometimes it feels a little patronizing, the way he insists on doing things like this for her, as if she can't look after herself, but she bites down on the annoyance.

She appreciates it, when she's not angry about other things.]

( It's not that she can't, it's just that she doesn't. Donny pauses for a moment, before he's sliding a chopping board over to her, turning the knife in his hand to pass it to her handle first, and setting a couple of onions on the board, before he grabs up another board and knife for himself and slicing up some chicken.

He'll keep cooking, taking them through the steps of making this obscenely delicious curry until she cracks and talks first.... Unless they get to the end of this dish and she still isn't talking. )

[It takes her a little while, but going through the motions of chopping up things and preparing food helps her calm down a bit.]

Do you have any details?

[Of the mission.]

( his own frustration is eaking away, though he glances at her and lets the silence hang before he answers.)

G-gotta um, identity p-painting which have secret m-messages for the UE. "L-locate and acquire."

( Fancy words for stealing. )

Um, Margaery d-does the uh, the d-diplomat stuff? And I find and steal stuff. ( And then, a huff of laughter. Max'll get a kick out of this, right? Maybe it'll cheer her up? ) We um, have t-to um, to p-pretend we're married.

Edited (BECAUSE I THOUGHT OF A THING) 2013-08-21 06:07 (UTC)

[Oh for fuck's sake. Any response she might have made to the mission itself is lost in the wake of that revelation.

Max smiles, a wry sort of thing, looking amused even though she feels nothing of the sort.]

Should I be jealous?

[Like it's a joke, like she isn't twisting up inside.]

Oh, t-totally.

( Grasping onto that amusement, even if something in it doesn't seem right. It's just that this is better than arguing, than her being mad with him or vice versa, and maybe it can really just be a joke. It's better than saying why would you be or of course not, because there's too much that's incendiary in both of those things. )

[A hum, amused, though it almost sticks in her throat. She can't play this game right now, and her expression sobers as she looks at him.]

Please be careful, Adonis.

[She can't lose him.]

( even if he isn't, even if he died, he'd come back.
That really isn't what she needs to hear. And she doesn't mean about him being disloyal, could she? Max would know better, right?)

Yup.

( quietly, before he frowns, stops what he's doing and brushes his fingers against her wrist, hoping to catch, hold, her gaze.)

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