[She squeezes a little, doesn't say why. He almost never reminds her of her father anymore, but he seemed so antithetical in that moment; she knows her father was not stupid, was not inherently unobservant. But he dismissed her, dismissed all of them. She remembers the way he stared out the window, too focused on the threat of humanity to look at the newborn Pietro in her arms.
After a deep breath, after lingering, settled and savoring in his hold, she pulls back enough to tug him toward the table.]
[Spam]
After a deep breath, after lingering, settled and savoring in his hold, she pulls back enough to tug him toward the table.]
Might as well get to work then, yes?