[And now she was touching him. He needed to choke more often.]

I knew you couldn't keep your hands off me.

[The smile was bright, unobstructed by clunky things like armor and helmets. Sometimes, it was way nicer wearing civilian clothes, to have that flexibility to move and be himself. Long eyelashes dipped down as he moved over so she could take a seat if she wanted; don't ever let it be said that he couldn't be sort of a gentleman.

...nevermind. Let it be said. Let it be said from every single rafter in this place.]

Yeah, but you don't have a date. It's the same thing. [He pointed with his fork to some guy in the corner, someone he had seen around the network but hadn't talked to yet. Maybe he never would. With all the drama on his team occupying all his time, he wasn't sure he would be able to carve some out for more folks. Damn, why couldn't they just calm down for five freaking minu-]

That guy? I don't have a clue who he is. We're in the same building, but we're not here together; I'm by myself and he's probably by himself. See what I mean?