"..." Fiancee sounds so fucking trite he can't get the words out. Girlfriend? Significant Other? She was and is but is so much more, was so much more than a girlfriend. A partner. Significant in that he doesn't know how he's supposed to get through what's coming back home without her. How can he hope to-
He doesn't know his own social security number. The business runs because she's able to run it, she's always been able to run it-
"Pepper. My- She's- she was-" He scrubs at his face again, leaning into the contact Hawke provides. There's no quippy line, here. No joke. No humor in the rough, aching thing that is his voice, in the trembling of his hands as he tugs his hair. No reason for him to keep on a mask when it loses him nothing to be honest with someone that's lived through far worse.
Lived and died, honestly.
"We were going to get married. That was the plan. No more surprises, no more bullshit, no more Gods or Monsters." Just them. The company, tech to innovate, and them.
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He doesn't know his own social security number. The business runs because she's able to run it, she's always been able to run it-
"Pepper. My- She's- she was-" He scrubs at his face again, leaning into the contact Hawke provides. There's no quippy line, here. No joke. No humor in the rough, aching thing that is his voice, in the trembling of his hands as he tugs his hair. No reason for him to keep on a mask when it loses him nothing to be honest with someone that's lived through far worse.
Lived and died, honestly.
"We were going to get married. That was the plan. No more surprises, no more bullshit, no more Gods or Monsters." Just them. The company, tech to innovate, and them.