An embrace she easily and readily returns. It's so easy because in spite of the lack of life-threatening problems here, in spite of everything they're both burdened with, right now Carol just doesn't care what specific box they fit into. If any. He hasn't abandoned her even knowing about what she's done, what else could possibly matter?
Despite the temptation to cling to this moment, Carol doesn't let it linger. Pulling back, breaking contact, she adjusts her backpack (habit to carry one by now, though now it's full of things other than weapons... mostly) and offers what she can to put him at ease:
"So... the flowers. Run into anyone worth running into?"
She's not really trying to fix him up or anything but he reacts so adorably to commentary on this sort of thing, and right now she's not about to make "them" jokes.
(Part of her, admittedly, wonders whether it would be fun to retrieve that flower and set out among the masses here, see what happens. A small part. Can't blame a girl who's not-too-far out of a terrible marriage for wondering.)
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Despite the temptation to cling to this moment, Carol doesn't let it linger. Pulling back, breaking contact, she adjusts her backpack (habit to carry one by now, though now it's full of things other than weapons... mostly) and offers what she can to put him at ease:
"So... the flowers. Run into anyone worth running into?"
She's not really trying to fix him up or anything but he reacts so adorably to commentary on this sort of thing, and right now she's not about to make "them" jokes.
(Part of her, admittedly, wonders whether it would be fun to retrieve that flower and set out among the masses here, see what happens. A small part. Can't blame a girl who's not-too-far out of a terrible marriage for wondering.)