^{❛  privacy isn’t a luxury people like us can often afford.   ❜    the sentiment spoken airily, as casual as if they were simply two friends partaking in small talk. not that nat considered herself like him, exactly, but like him there were too many eyes watching for her at any given moment. and like him, it was not probable that she would remain out of their sights forever. unfazed by his disrobing, the former agent leaned back in her chair, brow raised as if in challenge.    ❛  i wouldn’t mind a beer, if you’re offering.  ❜     it wasn’t as though she was trying to drag this out — not really — but enhanced or not, even spies could use a rest from time to time, and she wanted to enjoy the lull in activity  ——even if only for a moment.     ❛  and then maybe we could have a little talk.  ❜}  

_{it was common when he was alone that he wore close to nothing. pants were usually what he had on most of the time; easier that way, far more than attempting to deal with a shirt. still, he grabbed another beer, and tossed it her way. if anything, maybe being decent would benefit him for once, but even that was doubtful.  ❛ privacy can be bought and sold, ❜ he said popping open the can.  ❛ sometimes you can keep it for a good long while, but other times? not so much. ❜ not that cared. killing whoever interrupted or was watching easy…. most of the time at least.  however, even then, he knew that was a way to get tracked – possibly what lead him to this situation.  ❛ a reason to why i keep on the move. especially due to my own little… family matters. ❜ though, calling his family ‘arguments’ little was a massive understatement.}