[Shaw closes her eyes, lets a little bit of tension leak out of her shoulders, and gives him a small nod.]
Thank you.
[It's very easy to mistake Shaw as the half of the Root-Shaw duo that eschews PDA; that wears a carefully-curated public mask that would risk being jostled by genuine, non-performative affection. But it's for the benefit of Root's boundaries that Shaw is careful in how she reaches out to her here: she steps forward to take her hand, giving it a squeeze, but stops short of initiating the hug that Root looks like she needs.]
You look like crap.
[She tells Jedao.]
The next time I ask you to do something that's probably unnecessary for anything but my own stupid peace of mind, you can tell me to buzz off if you want.
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Thank you.
[It's very easy to mistake Shaw as the half of the Root-Shaw duo that eschews PDA; that wears a carefully-curated public mask that would risk being jostled by genuine, non-performative affection. But it's for the benefit of Root's boundaries that Shaw is careful in how she reaches out to her here: she steps forward to take her hand, giving it a squeeze, but stops short of initiating the hug that Root looks like she needs.]
You look like crap.
[She tells Jedao.]
The next time I ask you to do something that's probably unnecessary for anything but my own stupid peace of mind, you can tell me to buzz off if you want.