Her heart rate picks up at his reaction, at the way he treats it with such care. She was hoping he'd like it, but she was at best assuming he'd snatch it up and say it would do. Had she never been to prison herself, she's not sure she would have appreciated the effort it took to make a shiv that could handle John's work, but he appreciates it right away.
She nods, meeting his gaze as she leans into the hand on her shoulders. This time, she looks at him with something other than silly lust or cold evaluation: she feels understood, and like she understands him, too. Not completely; they haven't known each other long enough to be able to say that. More like...well, like two wolves meeting in an endless flock of lambs.
"Thank you," she says in a rare display of gratitude, "I don't sell these or make them for just anyone who asks. They're gifts, always."
Her reasons are mostly pragmatic: she needs to be careful about who she arms, and a little commissary cash isn't worth potentially putting a weapon in the hands of the enemy. But it's also her way of saying 'hey, I think you're special', reinforced by the fact that she pulls two cigarettes out of her pocket and offers one to him instead of shooing him away as soon as business is done. It's late, so if he wants to go back to his cabin she won't take offense to it, but he's welcome to stay a while.
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Date: 2021-08-30 05:09 pm (UTC)She nods, meeting his gaze as she leans into the hand on her shoulders. This time, she looks at him with something other than silly lust or cold evaluation: she feels understood, and like she understands him, too. Not completely; they haven't known each other long enough to be able to say that. More like...well, like two wolves meeting in an endless flock of lambs.
"Thank you," she says in a rare display of gratitude, "I don't sell these or make them for just anyone who asks. They're gifts, always."
Her reasons are mostly pragmatic: she needs to be careful about who she arms, and a little commissary cash isn't worth potentially putting a weapon in the hands of the enemy. But it's also her way of saying 'hey, I think you're special', reinforced by the fact that she pulls two cigarettes out of her pocket and offers one to him instead of shooing him away as soon as business is done. It's late, so if he wants to go back to his cabin she won't take offense to it, but he's welcome to stay a while.