‘ hey nance .’ words repeating like a mantra in her mind, indulging in how nice the nickname sounded with the others rasp attached. a small chuckle escaped, close lipped smile on display, “ honestly ?” inching closer to robin, like
instinct shifting her body, “ I was just about to grab whatever looked the least like regret .” optics flickering to the others rolled sleeves to observe before finding robin’s gaze.
“ wait right here ,” finger held up, pointing
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the brunette exhaled slowly, optics frantically scanning her little brother anyway. “ you expect me to believe that , every time you say you’re fine you aren’t ,” tone soft but unimpressed. her gaze softened, free hand carding through
nancy had noticed robin the mere second she stepped through the door, and she told herself it was merely force of habit, journalist instincts. she’d note the sweater, recognising it as one steve had worn once or twice. green and
that half-shy grin. it shocked even herself just how sharp her awareness was. nancy had always assumed attraction was supposed to feel familiar , easy and mapped out for her. all of this was noticing without consciously trying to.
nancy adjusted her christmas sweater, optics darting all around the room as the christmas music seemed to grow much louder than necessary. she’d swirl the cup in a circle. she was keeping an eye out for @scoopsretired
is @leadsparty doing alright .ᐣ she’s examining his face for any scratches .
















