#//She prolly goes on an interview to clear up she was just passing through & he caught her unawares in being spotted bc sb; not him being

[intcrastra]

           ・⊱ Her thumb pressed and traced circles along his cheek as she listened to him speak–to let the sensation linger, let him indulge in the feeling, as her embrace would not grant him that. Oh, how she wished she could hold him tight enough for him to even feel, his body as it was regardless ( shame her Song couldn't do anything at all to remedy that ), rather than have only this to offer him.

           "I'm managing just fine. It's you we ought to worry most about in terms of pushing themself." Since reuniting, his well-being had always lingered in mind, after all. Each and every time, regardless of how much her own obligations took out of her. Those who followed the Hunt were known for being driven, thought to a maddening extent by some. To her, she could only wonder if, even despite the new body that doubtless no longer needed to rest as much as a regular one ( if at all ) ...that perhaps the strain of constantly going on and pursuing his goals and bounties across galaxies might take a toll on him even still.

           Ahh, but at least now she could personally ensure he take a moment to rest, if not unwind at the very least. Right? Yes. Yes–if she could play distraction for him now, even if for a moment-

           "Ah–" The wings on either side of her face fluttered, once, twice, before they covered her features, as the flush on her face darkened.

           Seriously...this guy...!

           "You...y-you truly have a way of making me feel so spoiled...!" she managed. So loved, and overwhelmingly so, even if in the best ways. That, along with his teasing, the playfulness–such utter warmth and mirth she was far too unaccustomed to. Yet even with how much it caught her off-guard each and every time...she could never get enough. For him to grant it so easily, so freely, and even almost enable her to seek more of it, "Saying that...I almost want to steal away with you. Right now-"

           Nevermind the fact that she had a show to put on, nevermind the fact that just his presence here was a risk to him, adding her own to it would only increase it-

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{ @intcrastra ― ★ ]

Man, he loved her laugh. Melodic, sweet, comforting. And he often took great pride in knowing he was the one to have caused it each time. Always able to brighten his mood no matter what had occurred beforehand. Whether it be over the phone (depending on if he could even get service) or in person. Still, in person was ten times better, him able to see her, hold her. Lack of ability to truly touch still stung a bit, but it still warmed him right up to be in her presence.

Slackening his grip to a more casual hold around her, he hummed a little in response. "What, didn't expect me to drop in?" There was a smirk with a slight tilt of his head. A hand then (admittedly a tad tentative at first) wound up briefly brushing against her cheek, before adding, "hope you ain't runnin' yourself ragged here."

At her questioning, he nodded. "Hit the nail on the head, yep. Galaxy Ranger stuff." An irritated sigh then left, complete with an eye-roll. Yeah, he enjoyed his job. The spontaneity, chaos of it all. But... it kept him from her for way longer than he'd like. As well as he still couldn't go all guns blazing all the time, not with Robin awaiting his return. He'd come back in much worse states before, and honestly? He hated seeing her shocked expression, hearing her worried voice, even with him doing his best to brush it all off. Saying it wasn't that bad, that he'd dealt with much more dire situations. It never worked.

Face then softened at the touch to his cheek, almost instantly leaning into it. "But that can wait a while. I have somethin' way more important that requires my attention here That bein'... you, darlin'." To punctuate his remark, a metal fingertip lightly poked her forehead, a small chuckle following.