"I did a lot of stuff I'm not proud of before I got into the whole 'saving the world' career."
Natasha's voice has gone quiet, her fingers continuing their gentle stroking of Han's hair. She looks a bit distant for a moment, before she glances down and meets Han's gaze again. This time when she smiles, it's a look that should be familiar to Han. The smile people give when they're remembering unpleasant things. The 'it can't be helped' sort of smile.
Strained.
"I do what I do now to wipe the red out of my ledger."
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Date: 2016-09-12 04:14 pm (UTC)Natasha's voice has gone quiet, her fingers continuing their gentle stroking of Han's hair. She looks a bit distant for a moment, before she glances down and meets Han's gaze again. This time when she smiles, it's a look that should be familiar to Han. The smile people give when they're remembering unpleasant things. The 'it can't be helped' sort of smile.
Strained.
"I do what I do now to wipe the red out of my ledger."