[It's edging deeper into January when she gets the daemon photo and text. She'd known he was back for awhile, of course; with a muttered half-story about the fucking Grinch, half amused, mostly exasperated, in dire need of sleep that wasn't going to be haunted by dreams of Christmas music. He'd hidden himself away for a week.
But the daemon communique represents that that's done now. The fine brandy she'd bought him for Christmas, as well as the glasses to match. Set up in his workshop. She can see the quinjet in the background, sitting quiescently in the half-light of the hangar. And something else off to the side, out of focus, all scintillating curved parts. Something between a cage and a frame.]
9PM?
[is the invitation. He hadn't opened the bottle yet, out of consideration for her timetable. It probably could have been more romantic, he knows; by now, she's been to the workshop half a dozen times, familiarized herself with Fridayd's charging station, the tools and tape, the one-man assembly line of projects, the handful of fabrication machines and blacksmithing employees he's taken on to fill in the space. The funnily labeled Peter's Corner for a certain baby Spider-man's personal projects. It's not quite romantic, because she's been here so many times before. More than anyone else, in fact.
closed to shepard;
But the daemon communique represents that that's done now. The fine brandy she'd bought him for Christmas, as well as the glasses to match. Set up in his workshop. She can see the quinjet in the background, sitting quiescently in the half-light of the hangar. And something else off to the side, out of focus, all scintillating curved parts. Something between a cage and a frame.]
9PM?
[is the invitation. He hadn't opened the bottle yet, out of consideration for her timetable. It probably could have been more romantic, he knows; by now, she's been to the workshop half a dozen times, familiarized herself with Fridayd's charging station, the tools and tape, the one-man assembly line of projects, the handful of fabrication machines and blacksmithing employees he's taken on to fill in the space. The funnily labeled Peter's Corner for a certain baby Spider-man's personal projects. It's not quite romantic, because she's been here so many times before. More than anyone else, in fact.
It's not romantic.]
I'LL WEAR A SUIT.
[Not quite.]