Joan nods mutely but the tightness in her chest won't subside even though her fingers curl against Arthur's jaw. Her thoughts race, so she lifts her wine with her other hand, sipping it slowly in hope of quieting them to find a single thread, or at least one to begin unraveling the mess this afternoon or the island has wrought.
"It--" The Agency, obviously. "Has always been there. It's always been a part of this." Them, equally obviously. "Even when we let the job come between us, we were both working for the same thing. And protecting the DSC and DPD gave us reasons to fight for our marriage even when it would've been easier to let it go."
Her eyes are a softer, deeper blue than usual, like the ocean on a grey day, wistful, when she meets his gaze. "I don't mean I wouldn't have fought anyway, and you know that. But without the work, I suppose I worry that just Joan won't be enough to hold your attention."
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Date: 2012-06-07 01:10 am (UTC)"It--" The Agency, obviously. "Has always been there. It's always been a part of this." Them, equally obviously. "Even when we let the job come between us, we were both working for the same thing. And protecting the DSC and DPD gave us reasons to fight for our marriage even when it would've been easier to let it go."
Her eyes are a softer, deeper blue than usual, like the ocean on a grey day, wistful, when she meets his gaze. "I don't mean I wouldn't have fought anyway, and you know that. But without the work, I suppose I worry that just Joan won't be enough to hold your attention."