( Oh, if only Natasha had been around some six months earlier.
Maybe kept her from following a tip that ended in a civilian shooting, maybe kept her from ever speaking to Mika in the first place, from finding out Paul was a— a fake, a spy on her life that could barely bring himself to look at her anymore, a void that just lied and lied. There was no one, though, that could have kept Beth's life from unravelling. God knows Art had tried.
She'd gotten onto some dark paths, but she'd gotten pretty good at hiding the extent of them. (Or maybe not that good at all, with the investigations and the surprise drug tests, and Cosima looking at her like she might break.)
The sight of Nat, the open door, both are a relief. Beth summons up a little smile as she steps in, her trademark wry snarkiness - wit was good for covering up all kinds of things. ) Shit, you really know how to make a girl feel special.
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Maybe kept her from following a tip that ended in a civilian shooting, maybe kept her from ever speaking to Mika in the first place, from finding out Paul was a— a fake, a spy on her life that could barely bring himself to look at her anymore, a void that just lied and lied. There was no one, though, that could have kept Beth's life from unravelling. God knows Art had tried.
She'd gotten onto some dark paths, but she'd gotten pretty good at hiding the extent of them. (Or maybe not that good at all, with the investigations and the surprise drug tests, and Cosima looking at her like she might break.)
The sight of Nat, the open door, both are a relief. Beth summons up a little smile as she steps in, her trademark wry snarkiness - wit was good for covering up all kinds of things. ) Shit, you really know how to make a girl feel special.
( Annnd her gym bag is tossed on the floor. )