Octavia wanted to think that wasn't so bad. She had seven months to her name that would've made for a good case for a month being basically nothing. But, she remembered what her first month back on the Ground had been like.
And, hell, she remembered what just a weekend in Haven could be like.
She looked up at him, and something in her expression immediately crumbled a little. One of her hands came up, slowly, and ended up hovering uncertainly by his temple. Her eyes flicked from his face to her hand and back.
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Octavia wanted to think that wasn't so bad. She had seven months to her name that would've made for a good case for a month being basically nothing. But, she remembered what her first month back on the Ground had been like.
And, hell, she remembered what just a weekend in Haven could be like.
She looked up at him, and something in her expression immediately crumbled a little. One of her hands came up, slowly, and ended up hovering uncertainly by his temple. Her eyes flicked from his face to her hand and back.
"Your IV?" she asked. "For what?"