[ Root cares for Shaw far beyond reason. There is no entity in existence that could do so much as atrophy that connection, including the Machine. She has no concern whatsoever for Carver disrupting what they have; she just wants to make sure this will be good for Shaw.
Who is, as ever, the one of the two of them that's better at shutting her brain off. ]
I'll be right back, [ Root says lightly, answering them both at once.
She doesn't look back as she sashays out of the room, small pert butt framed by black cotton indeed giving a great view. Maybe she needs to pee, maybe she's getting them water; she doesn't explain. ]
[ Carver sits up slowly, gaze drifting between the two of them as Root retreats. The endorphins are treating him real good right now, every nerve soothed and settled. He doesn't know why he shied away from letting people touch him fr all these years; sex is still great, turns out.
He bumps Shaw's shoulder in turn, companionable. ]
That was fun, [ he adds, a little wistfully. He doesn't do fun much. ]
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Who is, as ever, the one of the two of them that's better at shutting her brain off. ]
I'll be right back, [ Root says lightly, answering them both at once.
She doesn't look back as she sashays out of the room, small pert butt framed by black cotton indeed giving a great view. Maybe she needs to pee, maybe she's getting them water; she doesn't explain. ]
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He bumps Shaw's shoulder in turn, companionable. ]
That was fun, [ he adds, a little wistfully. He doesn't do fun much. ]