[ regardless what it was this time that does it — adrenaline, spite, or maybe something else purer, unadulterated — it does what it needs to go, and grants them both enough room for marta to slip her legs out from under that weight. instantly the pain travels up her legs, making her unsteady as she scrambles up to her feet. she's reaching for kovacs before she can even think of it, body already tilting towards and leaning on him for the support she knows he's ready to offer.
their eyes meet. there's so much she wants to say.
but time isn't on their side, so her grip on him tightens, vice-like, before she pivots towards the door. it's just a few feet ahead and her legs scream for reprieve but she can make it, she has to — for him. ]
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their eyes meet. there's so much she wants to say.
but time isn't on their side, so her grip on him tightens, vice-like, before she pivots towards the door. it's just a few feet ahead and her legs scream for reprieve but she can make it, she has to — for him. ]