And lionhearted, we'll survive
Who: Diego Armando and Mia Fey
When: Evening, October 3rd
Where: Casa del Lawyers
Summary: It's been a month since she returned, and Mia finally decides to call Diego on his distant behavior.
Warnings: ANGST... and coffee metaphors.
[He's been in his bedroom, in a T-shirt and boxers, working on the paperwork from a case. He generally doesn't take his work home with him, but Maya and Jake are out and it's only him and Mia still at home.
It used to be the two of them alone like this all the time. He'd sit by her on the couch, bother her while she tried to work, kiss her, toy with her hair, flirt like the arrogant playboy he used to be. Now he's too frightened to do much more than make idle conversation with her. Friendly things, but cordial. Almost the way he should have behaved back when they were coworkers for Grossberg, before they were lovers.
It's been about a month of this, and despite his promises to himself that he'll relax, that he'll reach out to her the way he wants to, it always comes down to shying away from her again. Which leads to these horrible, awkward evenings in his room, sitting and pretending to be distracted with his work. Waiting for her to go to bed or for Maya to get home, one or the other, as both will make him feel like he can breathe again.
He certainly never expected to be so afraid of her. Of what she'd say, what she thought. How she must feel to see him with his pale hair and metal visor, creaking and weak and nothing like the strong, bold man she fell in love with.
Sighing, he shoves his papers to the side of his desk and stands up, grabbing the three coffee cups he's emptied. He makes his way out into the living room and towards the kitchenette, past where she's sitting on the couch. He feels like he needs to sneak around her.
Pathetic, isn't it?]
When: Evening, October 3rd
Where: Casa del Lawyers
Summary: It's been a month since she returned, and Mia finally decides to call Diego on his distant behavior.
Warnings: ANGST... and coffee metaphors.
[He's been in his bedroom, in a T-shirt and boxers, working on the paperwork from a case. He generally doesn't take his work home with him, but Maya and Jake are out and it's only him and Mia still at home.
It used to be the two of them alone like this all the time. He'd sit by her on the couch, bother her while she tried to work, kiss her, toy with her hair, flirt like the arrogant playboy he used to be. Now he's too frightened to do much more than make idle conversation with her. Friendly things, but cordial. Almost the way he should have behaved back when they were coworkers for Grossberg, before they were lovers.
It's been about a month of this, and despite his promises to himself that he'll relax, that he'll reach out to her the way he wants to, it always comes down to shying away from her again. Which leads to these horrible, awkward evenings in his room, sitting and pretending to be distracted with his work. Waiting for her to go to bed or for Maya to get home, one or the other, as both will make him feel like he can breathe again.
He certainly never expected to be so afraid of her. Of what she'd say, what she thought. How she must feel to see him with his pale hair and metal visor, creaking and weak and nothing like the strong, bold man she fell in love with.
Sighing, he shoves his papers to the side of his desk and stands up, grabbing the three coffee cups he's emptied. He makes his way out into the living room and towards the kitchenette, past where she's sitting on the couch. He feels like he needs to sneak around her.
Pathetic, isn't it?]