He has kissed her before. Moreover, he is hardly the first member of Riftwatch to do so. It should be very easy to do for, not unlike conversation or a coy look across the top of a hand of cards or a very sharp knife, there is a simple utility to it. There is nothing at all so advantageous to her profession as comfort is. The best way forward in all things is first to not to make yourself a friend and confidant but to simply to be one.
(He had said it himself. That they might make positive headway for the war effort together. Yes. She can see how that could be true.)
Naturally, she has no reason not to oblige him. She lets him do it. And after she should laugh or maybe she should insist that he kiss her extraordinarily well knowing that he is perfectly capable of it. Instead, the tip of Fitcher's face makes the kiss very brief if not chaste.
"You look tired, Silas," she tells him. It is easy to tell when Fitcher decides not to pretend; she smiles less. That only makes sense. The world is a dangerous place when you're being at all honest with it.
Kissing him in return, which she does once her hand has been rehomed from that tab of clay to his whiskery cheek, is carefully done.
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(He had said it himself. That they might make positive headway for the war effort together. Yes. She can see how that could be true.)
Naturally, she has no reason not to oblige him. She lets him do it. And after she should laugh or maybe she should insist that he kiss her extraordinarily well knowing that he is perfectly capable of it. Instead, the tip of Fitcher's face makes the kiss very brief if not chaste.
"You look tired, Silas," she tells him. It is easy to tell when Fitcher decides not to pretend; she smiles less. That only makes sense. The world is a dangerous place when you're being at all honest with it.
Kissing him in return, which she does once her hand has been rehomed from that tab of clay to his whiskery cheek, is carefully done.