[ it's not a common jarvis sight, no, but it's a shade to similar to how she'd seen him in the hospital. his polish smudged and his patience wearied. it makes her swallow hard when she sees him. it makes her steps falter.
and she feels a stab of guilt. there are things she hasn't told him -- and that discrepancy chafes at her now. enough so that she can't manage a proper smile. that's easily explained; now's not a smiling time. ]
Give us a hand? [ she holds out the crate -- lord knows she doesn't need help carrying it, but maybe she's eager to give him an easy job for once. ]
no subject
and she feels a stab of guilt. there are things she hasn't told him -- and that discrepancy chafes at her now. enough so that she can't manage a proper smile. that's easily explained; now's not a smiling time. ]
Give us a hand? [ she holds out the crate -- lord knows she doesn't need help carrying it, but maybe she's eager to give him an easy job for once. ]