DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[girlwednesday]

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[girlwednesday]

Of course.

[To know that he's lost that, even if she's not aware just how finale it is, makes her heart ache for him as well as for herself. This place is wrong on so many levels and now to add one: bringing people together only to pull them away again. It dawns on her in her very next thought that there will come a day when this man will be taken from her, too, and she finds it impossible to breathe.

Mourning what isn't yet gone doesn't do her any good and she pulls back just a little.]

I just need to shut the window and you can stay for as long as you need to.

[collectsfeathers]

[One of them will lose the other eventually, that much is already certain. Before now, he had never thought of what it might mean if one of them was taken, if one of them was sent home. Mourning what was right in front of him, mourning the possibility of it seemed like a waste.

He wished he had thought of it, wished he had spent more time memorizing everything he could. There was guilt there, regret, just as there had been with Cristina.

Letting her go is almost painful, and his arms don't quite listen to his brain. It takes fall too much to let her move away, to step towards the bed, to start peeling off the layers of clothing until he's wearing nothing more than underwear. Crawling under the covers is an almost mindless task, done only out of muscle memory, and he watches her with longing until she returns to him.]

[girlwednesday]

[When she'd gotten his text, she'd been working on a code to do some low level looking around and had been coming up short. Dressed for bed in a pair of panties and a t-shirt, she walks around the bed to crawl back into it, sliding the tablet she's been using onto the nightstand next to her bed. He looks so exhausted laying there and she gives a small sigh before turning out the light.

He'll feel the covers shift slightly before there's a dip in the bed and she speaks quietly even as she moves closer.] Oliver's gone, too.

[Her husband, even if she wasn't his wife. It's not like she's alone, really. She has friends from home - namely Ray - who'll always protect her and help her in ways that she needs it. But it's not Oliver and Felicity pauses in her movements before she curls up against him, sliding her arm over his stomach and leaning up against his side.]

[collectsfeathers]

[She speaks, and her words bring along a flood of guilt that he hadn't been anticipating. It had been so easy to place his pain upon her without a second thought, to turn to her for warmth, for comfort while she had been holding in her own suffering.

She speaks, leaning into him and he doesn't hesitate to wrap himself around her, arms encircling her waist and drawing her in close. Doesn't stop himself from shifting, from placing her head upon his chest so she can hear the way his heart beats.]

I am sorry, Felicity. [She may not have been his wife, but he was her husband and the pain of that loss was real, a weight that had fallen onto her that would never fade away.]