[She says it simply. Attention drifting to keep things falsely conversational. Combat doesn't terrify him, attachment doesn't upset him— but she's honing in on the root of something they've never discussed deeply enough to be defined, and Sombra isn't dense enough to imagine it might unsettle him somehow.
If it were up to her, it'd remain unspoken.
But she's weighing everything now. Tallying it like data, like a map of where she's been deciding where she needs to move next.]
no subject
[She says it simply. Attention drifting to keep things falsely conversational. Combat doesn't terrify him, attachment doesn't upset him— but she's honing in on the root of something they've never discussed deeply enough to be defined, and Sombra isn't dense enough to imagine it might unsettle him somehow.
If it were up to her, it'd remain unspoken.
But she's weighing everything now. Tallying it like data, like a map of where she's been deciding where she needs to move next.]
Taylor wants me to stay.