[While his usual choice for somewhere to relax would be a simulation of Delacroix, the idea of him sullying that memory with anything to do with the words doesn't sit well with him. Not when he knows they both use that dock as a means of escape.
So instead, when Sam enters the room, it's to a dark landscape. To a tree lined hill, and a crackling fire. It's to a Wakandan sky, and the cooler night air. It's home, however borrowed it might be. But it's the only place that the words have ever been said without malice. A reminder, however unnecessary, that it's a trend that won't be changing.]
Always gonna be happy to see you, sweetheart.
[An attempt at following suit. But there's a tightness to his voice that's never usually there when he deals with Sam these days.]
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So instead, when Sam enters the room, it's to a dark landscape. To a tree lined hill, and a crackling fire. It's to a Wakandan sky, and the cooler night air. It's home, however borrowed it might be. But it's the only place that the words have ever been said without malice. A reminder, however unnecessary, that it's a trend that won't be changing.]
Always gonna be happy to see you, sweetheart.
[An attempt at following suit. But there's a tightness to his voice that's never usually there when he deals with Sam these days.]