[ She hums and though she doesn't smile, the cadence of her voice is friendly. Natasha's hand pulls back from the blinds and they slot back into place with a sharp, plastic thwack.
It is, in more than one way, both predictable and relieving that he doesn't take the bait. She likes knowing she's dealing with Oliver, not whatever public face he's in the habit of showing. It's a slow-growing partnership, what they have here.
Natasha blinks, then smiles. Plainly: ] I don't know that I'd trust you not to leave.
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It is, in more than one way, both predictable and relieving that he doesn't take the bait. She likes knowing she's dealing with Oliver, not whatever public face he's in the habit of showing. It's a slow-growing partnership, what they have here.
Natasha blinks, then smiles. Plainly: ] I don't know that I'd trust you not to leave.