[There's definitely a little internal swagger going on here, because hell yeah he had fun; she's so good at sex. She sees herself as far too cool to brag out loud, of course, but he might still catch the smugly pleased look on her face.]
[ Sure, he's invited. Shaw can speak for her about most things.
Root just needs a moment. It's been so long since she's done this, played the casual fun girlfriend who's good at intimacy, it hit something in her that just keeps ringing, an off-tone bell reverberating in echoes. She's dead, she's dead, she's dead. This is her only chance. Maybe this is a simulation like Shaw is always half-believing it is -- but it's still her only chance.
And if it is... what does she want to do?
Not a question she asks herself much. Turning the tap on, she leans in and splashes cold water over her face, trying to shake herself out of that mental state. ]
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I'm gonna speak for both of us - you're invited.
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Root just needs a moment. It's been so long since she's done this, played the casual fun girlfriend who's good at intimacy, it hit something in her that just keeps ringing, an off-tone bell reverberating in echoes. She's dead, she's dead, she's dead. This is her only chance. Maybe this is a simulation like Shaw is always half-believing it is -- but it's still her only chance.
And if it is... what does she want to do?
Not a question she asks herself much. Turning the tap on, she leans in and splashes cold water over her face, trying to shake herself out of that mental state. ]