[There's so little room for the both of them on the assembled bench that accommodating Jack as he settles in means lifting a leg and draping it lazily over his own. Which she does - no fuss, no grudges or grumbling - because much as she's itching for something to do that doesn't involve standing around watching literal paint and gold dry, that's all it ever is. An itch.
A really, really strong itch.]
Not anymore. [Her chin drops down, angled towards him so gold eyes can evaluate the fine details of his mask, leaning almost indifferently into the crook of his arm. It's been a while since the original map of his features was a fresh memory in her mind; Nisha was never surprised to realize that she doesn't really miss it.] You happy, handsome?
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and golddry, that's all it ever is. An itch.A really, really strong itch.]
Not anymore. [Her chin drops down, angled towards him so gold eyes can evaluate the fine details of his mask, leaning almost indifferently into the crook of his arm. It's been a while since the original map of his features was a fresh memory in her mind; Nisha was never surprised to realize that she doesn't really miss it.] You happy, handsome?