[ There's a moment or two (or more) in the journey where, when Sombra goes quiet, it's because she's fallen asleep in her arms. Something always wakes her up, jostling her enough to rattle more sleepy chatter loose. She still shivers occasionally, too, but otherwise? She's safe, she's cozy, she's doing okay. And as she slowly realizes that they've made it back to the apartment, Sombra finds herself a little impressed South managed the entire trip without putting her down once. ]
Hogar dulce hogar...
[ Wiggling out of South's arms at last, Sombra yawns as she stretches and kicks her shoes off haphazardly, carelessly adding to the mess. Which-
She notices. She notices the mess is worse than usual. She notices a half finished project she'd had in the middle of the living room floor, right where she left it, and it tells her things without South having to say a word. So she's quiet, for moment. Quiet, as she shrugs off her fuzzy coat and sets her little backpack down on the floor beside her, as she turns to face South again. When she raises up a hand to rest against South's cheek, her fingertips still cold, when she stands up on her tippy toes to reach her for a kiss - giving her something softer than usual, so sweet and so sure of herself despite her tiredness. A kiss that lingers just a little bit longer than it might otherwise, one that Sombra doesn't ease back from until she's ready. ]
Thanks for coming to get me, South. [ A little grin tugs at her lips - even as she presses them to South's again. Another moment she, maybe selfishly, demands. ] I'm still cold though, you know.
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Hogar dulce hogar...
[ Wiggling out of South's arms at last, Sombra yawns as she stretches and kicks her shoes off haphazardly, carelessly adding to the mess. Which-
She notices. She notices the mess is worse than usual. She notices a half finished project she'd had in the middle of the living room floor, right where she left it, and it tells her things without South having to say a word. So she's quiet, for moment. Quiet, as she shrugs off her fuzzy coat and sets her little backpack down on the floor beside her, as she turns to face South again. When she raises up a hand to rest against South's cheek, her fingertips still cold, when she stands up on her tippy toes to reach her for a kiss - giving her something softer than usual, so sweet and so sure of herself despite her tiredness. A kiss that lingers just a little bit longer than it might otherwise, one that Sombra doesn't ease back from until she's ready. ]
Thanks for coming to get me, South. [ A little grin tugs at her lips - even as she presses them to South's again. Another moment she, maybe selfishly, demands. ] I'm still cold though, you know.