Mick Rory wasn't exactly the fussing or caring type - not that the team had seen much of, anyway. The closest she thinks she's gotten is him slinging Ray over his shoulder and hauling him out of a prison, which isn't exactly what anyone might call bedside manner.
But he's gentle, suddenly. Moving quickly and deliberately with a comfort between them like he's known for years. It's... a little unnerving, honestly. If Sara was the type to be unnerved much, anyway.
"Doll?" She smirks up at him, a little of that playfulness surfacing again as she sips at her water. Still, she can't seem to stop watching him, struggling to piece together the flashes. "I think... I saw a kitchen. Big bright windows, an... an island with a cracked countertop?"
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Date: 2016-07-02 03:28 pm (UTC)But he's gentle, suddenly. Moving quickly and deliberately with a comfort between them like he's known for years. It's... a little unnerving, honestly. If Sara was the type to be unnerved much, anyway.
"Doll?" She smirks up at him, a little of that playfulness surfacing again as she sips at her water. Still, she can't seem to stop watching him, struggling to piece together the flashes. "I think... I saw a kitchen. Big bright windows, an... an island with a cracked countertop?"