Some investigation would definitely have to be done. She was still hoping for the whole 'sign from God' thing, but it would be nice to have the surety that it wasn't something... other than that. She wasn't about to push her luck, though. He could snoop around all he wanted. Torchwood could butt out, as well. As a matter of fact, she probably wouldn't tell Torchwod he was alive. Just better that way, the nosy bastards.
"That's good. The slaps don't come often, mate." If you slapped too frequently, it stopped being a threat. People just... got used to it. Immune? Maybe. Either way, it tended to drive people away. The slaps were to be handed out with caution, like the One Ring or something. She was, however, amused by his angelspeak for 'don't hit me'.
If there was ever a time to be affectionate, this was it. She leaned back into him, tension rolling off her shoulders as she relaxed into the embrace. Her arms moved to cover his, to thread her fingers through his own, and her eyes drifted shut.
If this was a dream, and she woke up, she would be so pissed.
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Date: 2011-12-31 04:52 am (UTC)"That's good. The slaps don't come often, mate." If you slapped too frequently, it stopped being a threat. People just... got used to it. Immune? Maybe. Either way, it tended to drive people away. The slaps were to be handed out with caution, like the One Ring or something. She was, however, amused by his angelspeak for 'don't hit me'.
If there was ever a time to be affectionate, this was it. She leaned back into him, tension rolling off her shoulders as she relaxed into the embrace. Her arms moved to cover his, to thread her fingers through his own, and her eyes drifted shut.
If this was a dream, and she woke up, she would be so pissed.