@Imperfect_Autumn group
(Noooo! Okay…)
(Noooo! Okay…)
//sorry that was a terrible response lemme fix it hang on
//fixed it
Anya stood outside the elevator doors, waiting nervously for everyone to exit. “Are there…. stairs we could… could take?”
"Yes, but the elevator seemed like the safest option. You are injured pretty badly," Spencer pointed out, leading the group toward his contact's apartment as soon as they were all out.
“Doesn’t mean I… I can’t walk… up stairs,” Anya reasoned. “It’d just be… harder.”
Spencer grunted. "Yeah, and make you hurt even more."
“Pain’s an old friend,” Anya grimaced. “Which sucks, but… oh well.”
"Well, it might also make your wounds worse…" Spencer pointed out.
“Good point.” Anya looked around Spencer. “They’re all… out. Are we… moving now?”
"Yes, we are. Hence the movement of our feet," Spencer joked.
“Ugh. You are…. insufferable, sometimes, you… you know?” Anya smiled. “I mean… are we going… to your… your friend?”
Spencer grinned at her. "Yeah. His place is over here."
“Okay.” Anya followed Spencer to a door.
"Here it is," Spencer said, knocking on the door.
A tall, blond man opened the door, and, upon seeing his old colleague with the president, the president's daughter, an assassin, and an injured woman, quickly gestured them inside.
"What happened?!?" he asked as he closed the door behind them.
//that wording tho
“Long story,” Anya sighed. “Can I.. sit… somewhere?”
(XD Ikr? I impressed myself. Lol.
I just made the best pun using a name ever.)
"Yes. Yes, sorry. Please, sit anywhere. Would anyone like a drink? Glass of water perhaps?" the man offered.
"Just a water for me, please, Jake," Spencer asked, using one of the man's many names. That was the one he preferred, so that was what Spencer usually called him.
Eliza nodded, taking Lily to sit on the couch with her. "I'll take a water as well. And she should probably get one, too."
“Just… a seat, thanks,” Anya nodded, collapsing on a chair. “Possibly… some ice?”
Jake nodded quickly, mentally taking down what everyone wanted. "Three waters, some ice, and I'll bring President McCallister some water as well," he said, dashing off to the kitchen.
"Sorry about him. He can be a bit scatter-brained sometimes," Spencer apologized, sitting across from Anya after having helped the president onto the couch next to his daughter.
“No, no, it’s… fine,” Anya said, trying to smile reassuringly. “I just…” She was so tempted to let her facade falter, but she hadn’t ever let it; truth be told, she really didn’t know how. “I’ll be… fine. Thanks.”
Spencer frowned slightly, becoming more and more concerned about her with every moment that passed. He knew she was hiding the extent of her pain, since that's what they were trained to do. Reaching his hand out, he set it gently on her arm, trying to be reassuring.
"I can tell that you're not as fine as you say and act, but I also know that you won't tell me unless you really want to, so I'm not going to push," he said quietly. "Just know that you can talk to me when you need to, okay?"
Anya almost broke. She subconsciously leaned into his touch, laying her head on his shoulder and doing her very best to mask the resulting pain.
“Okay.”
Spencer let his hand slip down to Anya's, simply resting on it. He smiled slightly when she rested her head on his shoulder, looking down at her for a moment before Jake walked back into the room with a tray of waters and a bag of ice.
Jake made his way over to Spencer and Anya first, handing the Anya her ice and giving Spencer his water. He handed him an extra water and bent down to whisper so that Anya couldn't hear, "She'll need that." He straightened and went to give the others their waters.
Anya let Spencer’s hand stay over hers, letting herself feel its warmth. She nodded her thanks to Jake for the ice.
//gtg
(I should go, too. Night!)
Spencer absentmindedly rubbed his thumb over Anya's hand as he took a sip of his water. He carefully bent down to set his glass on the floor next to his seat and grabbed the one Jake had meant for Anya.
"Here," he offered softly. "You should drink something."
Anya looked up at Spencer. “What if… it hurts to… to swallow?” she said, only half-joking. “What then?”
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