[ it's one of the rarer occasions when marta returns to their shabby little apartment later than kovacs, her arrival signaled by the quiet click of the door followed by a brief but heavy sigh — as is customary of her after a particularly long day. while nothing will ever compare to her days of med-school residencies, some days juggling the eccentric characters that wander the sixth circle get pretty damn close.
she's shrugging off her coat when she catches movement out of the corner of her eyes. the weariness slides off of her like oil upon seeing kovacs there, folded awkwardly on the only armchair in the apartment, a beacon of warmth and home she doesn't hesitate to float towards like a tired moth to its welcoming flame.
she drops a kiss to his brow but can't quite bring herself to stoop down and hug him after just spending hours hunched over a table. besides, she'd been given very clear instructions to make a delivery the instant she saw him, and marta is nothing if not dutiful. ]
For you. [ from her pocket she withdraws a wrapped package — one of those thin, wafer-like bars meant to imitate what chocolate used to be. a not unexpensive gift, especially for something meant to be... casual. ] Anita says hello.
[ marta is also nothing if not a little cheeky, because no amount of gentle dissuading the other young woman would get her to stop trying to get to know "that handsome broody man who makes deliveries" better. ]
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she's shrugging off her coat when she catches movement out of the corner of her eyes. the weariness slides off of her like oil upon seeing kovacs there, folded awkwardly on the only armchair in the apartment, a beacon of warmth and home she doesn't hesitate to float towards like a tired moth to its welcoming flame.
she drops a kiss to his brow but can't quite bring herself to stoop down and hug him after just spending hours hunched over a table. besides, she'd been given very clear instructions to make a delivery the instant she saw him, and marta is nothing if not dutiful. ]
For you. [ from her pocket she withdraws a wrapped package — one of those thin, wafer-like bars meant to imitate what chocolate used to be. a not unexpensive gift, especially for something meant to be... casual. ] Anita says hello.
[ marta is also nothing if not a little cheeky, because no amount of gentle dissuading the other young woman would get her to stop trying to get to know "that handsome broody man who makes deliveries" better. ]
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