It was a pointed word to use, not that he could know, and absently she slipped a hand into her pocket where her fingers wrapped around the gold star of the Hero of the Russian Federation. She carried it with her to the graves each time, and the rest of the time had taken to leaving it in a compartment behind the drawer of her bedside table. She took in the smile, gaze coolly tracing the lines of his face, before she momentarily turned her head to brush his shoulder with her temple, the easiest little gesture of affection she could manage side by side with the height differential.
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Date: 2011-09-17 06:04 am (UTC)"Mmn."