[Only Root would take her on a date to a sandwich shop, Shaw thinks, a bloom of fondness surfacing in her chest. It's that thought that helps her keep this light: talking about John too much always feels like a bit of a high-wire act. The probably-dead aren't off-limits for being lovingly roasted, but it's two skips and a jump from that to nostalgia, and she doesn't think that's the vibe that Root is going for here.
-- Well. She doesn't think it until Root says that last bit, anyway. She tugs on a lock of Root's hair, prodding:]
So how long did it take him to figure you out, and how far did he go with the chivalry before he did?
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-- Well. She doesn't think it until Root says that last bit, anyway. She tugs on a lock of Root's hair, prodding:]
So how long did it take him to figure you out, and how far did he go with the chivalry before he did?