Sara isn't expecting it. Oliver to reach out. Oliver to pull her in towards him. Oliver's lips to end up brushing her forehead in that old familiar way.
What she isn't expecting, even more, is the sudden swell of emotion that rises in her chest, prickling at her eyes.
A confused rush that is everything about Oliver being away and silent these days and preparing herself for his distance or anger when she showed up; that is the stupidty of how they met here and the fact she knows he was seeing another her when he looked at her that whole first night; that her Oliver isn't here and she's afraid for his time and she can't stop wanting to help the man sliding his arms around her just as much as she ever has in every world and every time;
that is Martin's body in the medbay chair and his coffin in the ground; that is the time they fixed is now the time that is broken more than it ever was; that is her ship is half impaled in the ground, and something wrong with Gideon, and half her people here, but half her people missing, right after she swore, she swore she would be nothing like Rip.
Her lips trembled even as she strives to keep them straight, even though he can't see her face anymore, and it's impossible not to give in. Even if he knows almost none of it, and probably won't understand it in the slightest, Sara slips in closer just leaning her forehead against his chest, and then her cheek, raising her arms to hug him, pushing up on her toes into his arms even more, fingers digging in slightly hard on his back. Maybe like she's never quite had any real purchase in the last few days --
-- and that was exactly why she couldn't ever let anyone see it, know it, stop being The Captain. Like she might not be able to stop it at all if she started stopping at all.
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Sara isn't expecting it. Oliver to reach out. Oliver to pull her in towards him.
Oliver's lips to end up brushing her forehead in that old familiar way.
What she isn't expecting, even more, is the sudden swell of emotion that rises in her chest, prickling at her eyes.
A confused rush that is everything about Oliver being away and silent these days and preparing herself for his distance or anger when she showed up; that is the stupidty of how they met here and the fact she knows he was seeing another her when he looked at her that whole first night; that her Oliver isn't here and she's afraid for his time and she can't stop wanting to help the man sliding his arms around her just as much as she ever has in every world and every time;
that is Martin's body in the medbay chair and his coffin in the ground; that is the time they fixed is now the time that is broken more than it ever was; that is her ship is half impaled in the ground, and something wrong with Gideon, and half her people here, but half her people missing, right after she swore, she swore she would be nothing like Rip.
Her lips trembled even as she strives to keep them straight, even though he can't see her face anymore, and it's impossible not to give in. Even if he knows almost none of it, and probably won't understand it in the slightest, Sara slips in closer just leaning her forehead against his chest, and then her cheek, raising her arms to hug him, pushing up on her toes into his arms even more, fingers digging in slightly hard on his back. Maybe like she's never quite had any real purchase in the last few days --
-- and that was exactly why she couldn't ever let anyone see it, know it, stop being The Captain.
Like she might not be able to stop it at all if she started stopping at all.