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[watching_you]

In the bar this evening, Veronica sits, her hands curled around a tall mug of coffee. She's been trying her best to cut back: coffee's a stimulant, a drug, a sign of weakness. But it's been a long day tacked onto a growing chain of long days, and lord, she needs it.

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[henry_jones_jr]

The stool next to her is claimed before too long, by one Indiana Jones.

He gives Veronica a "howdy" and a half smile once his order has been placed.

His mood is, as ever, notoriously difficult to read, and his choice of a mid-range bourbon gives nothing away.

"Long night ahead?" he follows up.

[watching_you]

She looks up. Out of all the people in all the universes she could have run into tonight, he was low on the list of expected. Unexpected, however, doesn't mean unwelcome, and the smile she gives him is weak but hopeful, and maybe even a little sad.

"Hi."

She drops her eyes back to her drink.

"Long night ahead, long night behind. Really it's just long nights in every possible direction."

[henry_jones_jr]

"That bad, huh?"

Indy's brow creases slightly, as he takes in her jaded demeanor.

"Sounds like you could use a hug."

It's an offer, but his arms stay resting on the counter for now. He knows how particular Veronica is about physical contact. And given how their last meeting ended, he's not about to initiate any without her permission.

[watching_you]

Momentarily startled, she studies his face. "I... really could, I think. But --"

She bites her lip.

"I have something I should probably tell you. And you might want to take back your offer once you hear it."