[ snuffing out his gleam of optimism would have been an unenviable task. peggy finds herself grateful -- pleased, almost -- to see it persist in his eyes even after she censures him. it's not the sort of pleasure she can commit to words given the harsh stance she's already taken on his 'celebration' of a singular moment. as he calls it.
although, in peggy's ears, that rings an awful lot like rationalization.
still! it's good to see it in him: hope. she feels it's a far cry from the scattered personality she'd come across, him in his slippers, when she knocked on his door however many wednesdays ago. and watching him come to life with possibility reminds her a little of another conversation, years past, where while sitting under a tent in the rain she'd been the optimistic one. and not too long ago she'd told rip of her quiet believe that they should live in the world as it should be, could be. but that had been admitted under duress. tonight, she can choose to present only her pragmatism. ]
Well. [ her eyebrows raise and she puts on a warmer expression. peggy raises her glass in a kind of mock salute. ] Now that I have your word on the matter?
[ -- as if any of them could ever give promises about how hope and faith might tug at their hearts -- ]
I'm looking forward to us working together.
[ working. it's an important word, and it immediately defines them going forward. it's the sort of definition she'd felt had been lacking in the wake of their unexpected (albeit wonderful) dance. but this exchange of notes, this tempered promise to pursue something together...? that puts boundaries on this friendship. just-in-bloody-time. ]
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although, in peggy's ears, that rings an awful lot like rationalization.
still! it's good to see it in him: hope. she feels it's a far cry from the scattered personality she'd come across, him in his slippers, when she knocked on his door however many wednesdays ago. and watching him come to life with possibility reminds her a little of another conversation, years past, where while sitting under a tent in the rain she'd been the optimistic one. and not too long ago she'd told rip of her quiet believe that they should live in the world as it should be, could be. but that had been admitted under duress. tonight, she can choose to present only her pragmatism. ]
Well. [ her eyebrows raise and she puts on a warmer expression. peggy raises her glass in a kind of mock salute. ] Now that I have your word on the matter?
[ -- as if any of them could ever give promises about how hope and faith might tug at their hearts -- ]
I'm looking forward to us working together.
[ working. it's an important word, and it immediately defines them going forward. it's the sort of definition she'd felt had been lacking in the wake of their unexpected (albeit wonderful) dance. but this exchange of notes, this tempered promise to pursue something together...? that puts boundaries on this friendship. just-in-bloody-time. ]