[ it isn't until he's starting to backpedal that he recognizes her. it's the voice that does it even before he catches a glint of yellow hair in the dim light. frank lets out a shuddering breath and plants his feet, allowing her to come to him though every instinct is screaming to run. ]
Karen? [ up until now, he'd been mostly complacent to go along with the new reality of his situation. but karen page being here changes everything. this has to be a caffeine-soaked dream of the highest and most fucked up accord. she hugs him and he doesn't move, akin to wrapping your arms around a tall, solid but entirely limp noodle. ]
What are you doing here? [ it doesn't come out the way he means it, but that's par for their course. after an entire moment, he lifts one broad palm to lay flat against her back and subtly tucks his head against her throat. she feels real -- she even smells the way karen page should. but that doesn't rule out it being a dream either. he's more likely to dream her up in perfect accuracy than any of this space shit. not like he'd know the difference, though, right? ] ...Is this real? [ ms. super reporter lois lane impersonista extraordinaire should know better than some blockhead marine, that's his excuse for asking her questions she can't answer anyway. expectantly too, like she's withholding from him somehow. ]
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Karen? [ up until now, he'd been mostly complacent to go along with the new reality of his situation. but karen page being here changes everything. this has to be a caffeine-soaked dream of the highest and most fucked up accord. she hugs him and he doesn't move, akin to wrapping your arms around a tall, solid but entirely limp noodle. ]
What are you doing here? [ it doesn't come out the way he means it, but that's par for their course. after an entire moment, he lifts one broad palm to lay flat against her back and subtly tucks his head against her throat. she feels real -- she even smells the way karen page should. but that doesn't rule out it being a dream either. he's more likely to dream her up in perfect accuracy than any of this space shit. not like he'd know the difference, though, right? ] ...Is this real? [ ms. super reporter lois lane impersonista extraordinaire should know better than some blockhead marine, that's his excuse for asking her questions she can't answer anyway. expectantly too, like she's withholding from him somehow. ]