[ Parker's boundaries are whatever the opposite of 'squishy' might be, and enforcing them often involves stabbing unwelcome parties with a fork. With Hardison, though, there's a lot more leeway. Enough for him to return the hug and even hang on for a minute before she pulls back again.
Just having Hardison here, hearing him ramble on about whatever he's rambling on about, is making her feel a whole lot better already. He's right, this place is creepy. Creepy and wrong. She'd figured that much out for herself, and not just because she'd been here without him - that much is wrong enough on its own.
But the answer to his question is simple. ]
Yes.
[ She shrugs, a small gesture that somehow says it all. I'm fine.
You're here.
But as much as his being here fixes, it doesn't fix everything. Her gaze strays back to the ravine, dark and fathomless below them. ]
I think we should probably get away from here, [ she says, matter-of-factly. ] It kind of makes me want to jump.
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Just having Hardison here, hearing him ramble on about whatever he's rambling on about, is making her feel a whole lot better already. He's right, this place is creepy. Creepy and wrong. She'd figured that much out for herself, and not just because she'd been here without him - that much is wrong enough on its own.
But the answer to his question is simple. ]
Yes.
[ She shrugs, a small gesture that somehow says it all. I'm fine.
You're here.
But as much as his being here fixes, it doesn't fix everything. Her gaze strays back to the ravine, dark and fathomless below them. ]
I think we should probably get away from here, [ she says, matter-of-factly. ] It kind of makes me want to jump.