You are just full of flattery today, aren't you? I'd wonder if you were a pod!Sonny if what you were saying wasn't just so damn true.
[She is smirking, as she does not genuinely think so highly of herself.
It's just really, really nice to see that he can smile and he can eat when he's nudged toward it and he's trying, despite the very horrible things she is sure that he saw and felt throughout the entirety of tonight.
Lena can't picture it. If she tries, she feels sick.
So being here with him like this is reassuring, and it keeps the rest away.]
I don't blame you for it. I can't, or I'd be a hypocrite.
In my ideal world, I'd keep you all under lock and key forever in this bar as we made an underground world for ourselves in the basement and there would be no need whatsoever to go outside.
[But that's not living.
She would love to protect them from the bad, but there's also the understanding that by doing so, she would also be protecting them from the good.
And there's still a lot of good in Chicago.
Life doesn't stop.
Even if you sometimes feel as if it should.
It should when something so unspeakable has happened.]
I am!
Sometimes. When it comes to life and death things and this would surely constitute life and death.
[Gates never has to know.]
Okay. I trust that that's true or I wouldn't tell you, but I know we all often jump to the worst conclusion and this is not.
This is the opposite of the worst conclusion.
[THEY ARE THE CUTEST, augh. I can't. ;;
She takes a deep breath and can't stop the small, almost helpless smile that spreads across her face as she grabs at the chain around her neck to lift it up from her shirt.
He'll know before she's even said, as the beautiful ring dangles from the chain, glinting against the soft light of the lamp.]
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You are just full of flattery today, aren't you? I'd wonder if you were a pod!Sonny if what you were saying wasn't just so damn true.
[She is smirking, as she does not genuinely think so highly of herself.
It's just really, really nice to see that he can smile and he can eat when he's nudged toward it and he's trying, despite the very horrible things she is sure that he saw and felt throughout the entirety of tonight.
Lena can't picture it. If she tries, she feels sick.
So being here with him like this is reassuring, and it keeps the rest away.]
I don't blame you for it. I can't, or I'd be a hypocrite.
In my ideal world, I'd keep you all under lock and key forever in this bar as we made an underground world for ourselves in the basement and there would be no need whatsoever to go outside.
[But that's not living.
She would love to protect them from the bad, but there's also the understanding that by doing so, she would also be protecting them from the good.
And there's still a lot of good in Chicago.
Life doesn't stop.
Even if you sometimes feel as if it should.
It should when something so unspeakable has happened.]
I am!
Sometimes. When it comes to life and death things and this would surely constitute life and death.
[Gates never has to know.]
Okay. I trust that that's true or I wouldn't tell you, but I know we all often jump to the worst conclusion and this is not.
This is the opposite of the worst conclusion.
[
THEY ARE THE CUTEST, augh. I can't. ;;She takes a deep breath and can't stop the small, almost helpless smile that spreads across her face as she grabs at the chain around her neck to lift it up from her shirt.
He'll know before she's even said, as the beautiful ring dangles from the chain, glinting against the soft light of the lamp.]
Lucky asked me to marry him.