One day you'll wake up

[disco_isnt_dead]

Who: Milla and Sasha
When: After this.
Where: Sasha's current hide out.
Summary: Milla and Sasha need to have a talk about some things that were said and done.
Rating: PG, PG-13 at most
Warnings: Sap? A large amount of angst?

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[bauhaus_mind]

"Come in." Sasha had obviously tried to make himself look more presentable than he was earlier that day. His arm seemed to be relocated again, He had found another jacket, and his fever looked like it was down a little.

He knew they needed to talk also. He felt like this has been looming in the horizon, but he would also admit he should have addressed it sooner. "How are you doing?"

[disco_isnt_dead]

"Much better," Milla answered, crossing the room with a soft expression on her face. She usually wasn't so neutral. Or... well, dressed neutral either, having opted for less bright colors and more of simple beige sweater over a nice brown skirt.

Not that she would admit to seeing, having looked back, that... he seemed to like the less bright colors. Or admit that, maybe, she was trying to make it clear she cared what he thought.

Milla supposed women did strange things when they were trying to test the waters of the shaky situation without really knowing why themselves. She held out a packet of gel-capsule cold pills.

"For your cold, darling. You look a bit flushed..."

[bauhaus_mind]

"Thank you." he said looking Milla up and down, drab colors didn't suit Milla. Sure, he didn't like them, but then again he liked the idea of her changing because of what he or that clone might think about her. A slight frown crossed his face.

[disco_isnt_dead]

Things would settle, she was sure of it, but the frown made her head tilt, a slight pang striking her. She reached out a bare hand to touch his forehead. He was indeed quite warm.

"I'll see what cups are around here. The water runs, yes?"