Tess knows he’s sent them away. Well, knows that they’re not THERE; S.T.A.R Labs is practically silent, and the lack of noise, of people is welcome. And almost deafening, sometimes. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’d been the one to do it. To nudge them out the door and send them away for a day.
She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back away or withdraw when he shoves himself away with a knife landing in his palm; he knows a thousand ways to kill something like her, and he has before, she has no doubt. He’s an immensely talented hunter. But she’s not afraid. She could never be afraid. Not of him. Never of him.
Her heart twists at the expression on his face, the way he braces himself and closes his eyes. Her hand slides gently down his arm, settling lightly over his clenched fist. Her touch is hesitant, she’s aware that this is A Very Bad Idea but unable to stop herself. Because she can’t do anything else when the man she loves is in anguish. Even when he’s from another world. Even when he’s not hers and she shouldn’t love him. Her other hand lifts, fingertips brushing his cheek. She runs cooler, now, since Eobard turned her. Her heart still beats, but she’s just a shade unnaturally colder to the touch than she should be. “You don’t have anything to apologise for,” she tells him gently. “I caught you off guard.” The small almost-smile that flickers across her lips is somewhat self-deprecating. “And I am a creature of the night, now.” The joke falls just the slightest bit flat, as it usually does when she tries to make light of her new state of being.
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She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back away or withdraw when he shoves himself away with a knife landing in his palm; he knows a thousand ways to kill something like her, and he has before, she has no doubt. He’s an immensely talented hunter. But she’s not afraid. She could never be afraid. Not of him. Never of him.
Her heart twists at the expression on his face, the way he braces himself and closes his eyes. Her hand slides gently down his arm, settling lightly over his clenched fist. Her touch is hesitant, she’s aware that this is A Very Bad Idea but unable to stop herself. Because she can’t do anything else when the man she loves is in anguish. Even when he’s from another world. Even when he’s not hers and she shouldn’t love him. Her other hand lifts, fingertips brushing his cheek. She runs cooler, now, since Eobard turned her. Her heart still beats, but she’s just a shade unnaturally colder to the touch than she should be. “You don’t have anything to apologise for,” she tells him gently. “I caught you off guard.” The small almost-smile that flickers across her lips is somewhat self-deprecating. “And I am a creature of the night, now.” The joke falls just the slightest bit flat, as it usually does when she tries to make light of her new state of being.