Deeply Philosophical

[unties]

Jack had no desire to lose his skin. It would take a lot more than a bullet to take him down but he was not a fool. He had no desire to trigger Natasha's self defenses by interrupting her light sleep, which was the point of the text in the first place. But now that she was definitely awake he tapped on the door before entering her room, shutting it behind him.

He didn't bother asking if he could join her. He had slept under her bed plenty of times as a dog and he didn't hesitate to sit on the edge of it now.

"Is that a knife under your pillow or Mr. Stabby the Sleep Pal."

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[black_widow]

"Just a bit awkward."

She's silent, thinking. She really doesn't have time for hobbies because she's usually always working. She didn't cultivate any growing up either, because hobbies weren't allowed. You did your job and then there was the next mission.

"I'm probably not the best person to ask that. I work all the time.' Well, not recently, and frankly, she's bored. "But, I know that people read, they go out with their friends, talk about things. "

[unties]

"You've never had to pass some time in the middle?"

He moves and drops down sideways onto her bed without asking, spread out on his back with his feet on the floor. Boredom has been such a constant companion for him, and it reminds him that even if it's bigger he's still just locked in a box.

They gave him some more space and some people to observe but he's still not human and it becomes glaringly obvious whenever the people aren't around for him to put on a show for.

"I've read every book here." And friends well. He could, but that was Jack. Those were Jack's friends.