things you said when you were scared
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our thing progresses. i call and you come through. (the louvre, lorde)
“She’s going to hate me,” Nyota says, as she tugs at her outfit again. It’s been so long since she spent time around children she wasn’t related to. Demora may as well be her niece at this point, so she isn’t good for comparison either.
Leonard smiles and catches her wrist. “Joanna doesn’t hate anyone. She’s ten.”
Nyota isn’t sure about that. “I hated a lot of things when I was ten,” she says. “Like how the ice cream shop would always be out of rainbow sprinkles.”
“She might be wary,” Leonard says. “But you’re the smartest woman in the whole galaxy, and she could never hate you.”
“Just this galaxy?” she asks, stepping into his space.
His face softens: somehow he can always read through her transparencies. “All of them,” Leonard says.
“The three of us have videochatted,” he reminds her. “I wouldn’t be introducing you two if I thought she’d hate you.” Leonard pecks her on the lips and Nyota is again conscious of how much she loves this brash southern gentleman, who courted her slowly and carefully.
When Joanna bursts through the door of the hotel room minutes later, Nyota offers her hand, falling back on diplomatic protocols. Joanna quirks her eyebrow, perfect facsimile of her father, and hugs her instead.
(“I told you so,” Leonard says that night, his voice muffled in Nyota’s skin.
“Whatever,” she says in reply, but her tone is soft, and she’s never felt so lucky.)
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