Oh.
Suddenly, that’s a lot more feeling than flirty banter, somehow.

“I can list those.”
It’s not such a strange statement, not even an odd sentiment, really, given the context of the conversation but… Yelena feels it catch him her chest at hearing it said so plainly, so easily, like it would just be so simple to point out a hundred little things she finds beautiful in her.

In mirrors, Yelena only sees the darkness in herself. She sees the blood on her hands that will never come clean. But somehow, despite everything she has done, she has this… this silly archer who has worked her way so deep under Yelena’s skin and doesn’t seem intent on leaving her any time soon.

And fuck, that clenches her chest tight, a deep ache around her ribs. She wants to say something, anything just to let her know how deep this all runs but… she can’t find the words. Turns her focus to the physical, because actually it’s much easier than being truly honest in her feelings.

“I don’t think I want to…” she murmurs softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.