[She cups a hand over Emily's, her thumb tracing small circles against it, savoring the moment. When your whole life is built around speed, you tend to embrace the slower moments, the small details that blur in the rush. The smell of lemon tea that permeates their flat. The sound of Emily's breathing. The way her smile's still potent enough to make her feel weak in the knees, even after all this time.]

[She sighs, shoulders slumping and those ever troublesome bangs flop down, covering one eye. She never stood a chance.]

Listen to us, would you? If we don't watch it, we'll spend the whole ruddy night apologizing to each other.

[She presses a finger to the side of her goggles, activating the comm.]

Hey, big guy! You mind if I beg off tonight. [Pause.] Ff course I know you all of you can handle things without me. [Her eyes go wide, and she sputters at first, her cheeks turning pink.] Y-You tell him it's none of his business why I'm staying home! Yeah... you be careful! Promise I'll be there next time.

[She cuts off the comm, looks to Emily, a little flustered.]

So, um. We're good, love. And Winston says hello. And I'm gonna punch McCree the next time I see him...