[ It's a mess and Sam - Sam understands. He hasn't been a soldier for a while but he's been an Avenger, and this... this is so close to everything he'd dreaded with the Accords. No choice in where to go, but no real direction, no carefully selected teams, just - a mix of baby chicks and half grown fledglings let loose into the world.
If he wasn't so aware of the importance of keeping a low profile, if he wasn't so hell bent on keeping them all alive - if he wasn't so completely invested in keeping Shepard alive - he might have joined her.
But he is, and they suit each other. She's the fire at the center of the earth and he's the wind to stoke it or soothe it - but that's a little too poetic even for him.
He knows exactly what it means for her to admit that she wants him here, and he leans a little more into her, mind twining in hers like fingers lacing together. ]
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If he wasn't so aware of the importance of keeping a low profile, if he wasn't so hell bent on keeping them all alive - if he wasn't so completely invested in keeping Shepard alive - he might have joined her.
But he is, and they suit each other. She's the fire at the center of the earth and he's the wind to stoke it or soothe it - but that's a little too poetic even for him.
He knows exactly what it means for her to admit that she wants him here, and he leans a little more into her, mind twining in hers like fingers lacing together. ]
( Good. Because I'm not going anywhere. )