Yelena Belova

Emotions are messy, and Yelena does her best most days to box hers up inside her head, but it's rather often they spill out across her face, into her body language, and sometimes in tears on her cheeks. She tries to help him, as things go on, because being a person, instead of a weapon, is so very overwhelming for both of them, in their own different ways. Sometimes, she thinks she has it better, more of a foundation for that messiness because of how blank-slated his handlers had always made him.

"It is very cold," she agrees with a nod against him. She presses her lips in a soft kiss at his shoulder.