He is glad, because whether or not he knows Inej well enough to know exactly what trust means to Inej, especially when given this quickly, he has a feeling that this is something pretty important.
Which means he'll take what he can get, and her best offer is most likely going to be the best offer.
"I'll take it, and hope your survival instinct will fill in the rest."
Sam offers a smile, after, if only because does trust her. He hopes that's clear enough, but it doesn't mean he won't worry.
Sam’s reaction + Inej yeets out the window again to end?
Sam is committing to a balancing act here, where he’s needing to be just far enough on the ‘adult’ aside of the line to have authority in the situation, and far enough away from it that it doesn’t land him with her hackles up, back against the wall, and ready to disappear or strike either one.
Somehow, he’s doing it. He’s hit that strangely perfect mix of older and protective with a genuine demeanor that can’t be ignored. Despite how little he knows her, he cares, and she see it etched across the concern in his eyes, the small smile he hands her in effort to prove his trustability.
It works.
That smile of his earns him one of her own and she swings her legs over the edge of the sill, pushing herself into the room and going to sit next to him. She makes sure she’s making eye contact with him before she says, “Thank you,” the words are reverent and ring through the room like a heavy token laid at his feet— there is a gravity to the idea of her saying so at all. “…I won’t forget the chance you took, are taking, on me.”
The moment that he catches the smile she gives him in return, there is definitely a feeling of relief. That she understands what it is he's trying to do, that she knows the place he's trying to inhabit. Because she is just a kid, whether or not she's had to grow up quickly, and she deserves to have some level of feeling like she's being looked after.
Thank you she says, once she's sat down next to him. Once she has his eyes. And Sam...nods, once, at it. Because for all that he might want to push back on that, how much he might want to say it's not that it's a chance, I do believe you, but instead of any of that Sam just. Smiles at her and nods, because a part of him does understand that reverence. How important it is.
( Not the first time, he pictures Natasha. The quiet reverence of her voice. )
"I believe it will." She nods a little. "Time will tell." If she's good at nothing else, Inej- and more so still The Wraith– is very good at patience.
This... feels like the right note to end their conversation on. She gets back to her feet, a hand sweeping across herself in what's obviously a religious sign. "Saints be with you, Sam Wilson."
Without giving him a chance to ask anything further, she gives him a slight nod. And she could go out the door. It would be the normal thing to do. But normal left Inej years ago. She slips out the way she came in– through the window, and up to the roof, where she feels the most natural anyway.
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Which means he'll take what he can get, and her best offer is most likely going to be the best offer.
"I'll take it, and hope your survival instinct will fill in the rest."
Sam offers a smile, after, if only because does trust her. He hopes that's clear enough, but it doesn't mean he won't worry.
Sam’s reaction + Inej yeets out the window again to end?
Somehow, he’s doing it. He’s hit that strangely perfect mix of older and protective with a genuine demeanor that can’t be ignored. Despite how little he knows her, he cares, and she see it etched across the concern in his eyes, the small smile he hands her in effort to prove his trustability.
It works.
That smile of his earns him one of her own and she swings her legs over the edge of the sill, pushing herself into the room and going to sit next to him. She makes sure she’s making eye contact with him before she says, “Thank you,” the words are reverent and ring through the room like a heavy token laid at his feet— there is a gravity to the idea of her saying so at all. “…I won’t forget the chance you took, are taking, on me.”
sounds good!
Thank you she says, once she's sat down next to him. Once she has his eyes. And Sam...nods, once, at it. Because for all that he might want to push back on that, how much he might want to say it's not that it's a chance, I do believe you, but instead of any of that Sam just. Smiles at her and nods, because a part of him does understand that reverence. How important it is.
( Not the first time, he pictures Natasha. The quiet reverence of her voice. )
"I hope it helps."
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This... feels like the right note to end their conversation on. She gets back to her feet, a hand sweeping across herself in what's obviously a religious sign. "Saints be with you, Sam Wilson."
Without giving him a chance to ask anything further, she gives him a slight nod. And she could go out the door. It would be the normal thing to do. But normal left Inej years ago. She slips out the way she came in– through the window, and up to the roof, where she feels the most natural anyway.