Bullshit. Darcy had been sick enough times to know the difference between irritated eyes and crying. However, if Leita had wished to discuss whatever was bothering him, he would do so. In light of his other symptoms, she was beginning to suspect grief was the ailment he suffered from, one she was only distantly familiar with.
Instead of bullying him into confessing what made him cry – for all she knew, he’d read a story in a magazine about someone’s beloved cat needing to be put to sleep; that was one reason she’d stopped reading Cat Fancy at work – she narrowed her eyes, sitting down beside him.
“Hey, don’t blame that on me. I stayed well away from everyone.” She jabbed a finger at him. “If you caught a cold, you got it from someplace else, buddy.” There was barely a heartbeat before she continued talking. “There’s stuff in the medicine cabinet if you can’t suffer through it on your own. Some of it will knock you right out though, so be careful, unless you don’t mind snoozing for the next twenty hours.”
He certainly could use the sleep. If Darcy had fewer scruples, she’d consider drugging his coffee one morning, but even she would never go that far.
Leita brought her attention back to the letter and she immediately brightened again. “SHIELD is offering funding for Jane’s research. As in, enough funding to purchase new equipment, travel, hire employees…” That last part was what had her extra super duper excited. After all, her internship was unpaid, and she had only so much in her savings account to tide her over. She was grateful for those terrible years spent waitressing, no matter how many times her mouth had gotten her reprimanded.
Now, though, was the possibility of actually getting paid to help Jane. However, she had yet to see any official contract, only the letter with the offer and a phone number for Jane to call. There would be caveats – this was SHIELD they were dealing with – but Jane was intelligent and crafty. She wouldn’t let them make any demands she was unwilling to meet.
“This is big. I mean, look at this,” she said, shoving the letter into his hands. “From what Erik has told me, SHIELD controls a lot of money. If this pans out, I’ll be a paid intern instead of an unpaid one! Jane will finally be able to buy actual doodads instead of trying to make her own out of plastic, duct tape, and spit.”
Darcy watched carefully for his reaction. The letter from SHIELD had brought a few suspicions back to the forefront, and while she was almost entirely certain the shady organization had not planted him as a spy, she was still curious whether this would come as a surprise or if he had known this would happen.
And, being Darcy, she started snickering. “I feel bad for their Director though, with that name?”
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Instead of bullying him into confessing what made him cry – for all she knew, he’d read a story in a magazine about someone’s beloved cat needing to be put to sleep; that was one reason she’d stopped reading Cat Fancy at work – she narrowed her eyes, sitting down beside him.
“Hey, don’t blame that on me. I stayed well away from everyone.” She jabbed a finger at him. “If you caught a cold, you got it from someplace else, buddy.” There was barely a heartbeat before she continued talking. “There’s stuff in the medicine cabinet if you can’t suffer through it on your own. Some of it will knock you right out though, so be careful, unless you don’t mind snoozing for the next twenty hours.”
He certainly could use the sleep. If Darcy had fewer scruples, she’d consider drugging his coffee one morning, but even she would never go that far.
Leita brought her attention back to the letter and she immediately brightened again. “SHIELD is offering funding for Jane’s research. As in, enough funding to purchase new equipment, travel, hire employees…” That last part was what had her extra super duper excited. After all, her internship was unpaid, and she had only so much in her savings account to tide her over. She was grateful for those terrible years spent waitressing, no matter how many times her mouth had gotten her reprimanded.
Now, though, was the possibility of actually getting paid to help Jane. However, she had yet to see any official contract, only the letter with the offer and a phone number for Jane to call. There would be caveats – this was SHIELD they were dealing with – but Jane was intelligent and crafty. She wouldn’t let them make any demands she was unwilling to meet.
“This is big. I mean, look at this,” she said, shoving the letter into his hands. “From what Erik has told me, SHIELD controls a lot of money. If this pans out, I’ll be a paid intern instead of an unpaid one! Jane will finally be able to buy actual doodads instead of trying to make her own out of plastic, duct tape, and spit.”
Darcy watched carefully for his reaction. The letter from SHIELD had brought a few suspicions back to the forefront, and while she was almost entirely certain the shady organization had not planted him as a spy, she was still curious whether this would come as a surprise or if he had known this would happen.
And, being Darcy, she started snickering. “I feel bad for their Director though, with that name?”