He doesn't listen to her immediately and Natasha doesn't bring it up again, because she knows doing so will only make him feel the need to be defiant. She is, however, silently relieved when he slides down to sit next to her, despite the way her body tenses for a few moments due to his close proximity. She forces herself to relax; he's not looking to hurt her, not this time. She just has to remember that.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound between them steady breathing and her own pulse pounding in her ears, until he breaks it with an apology that she doesn't expect. For a split second her surprise is evident on her face with wide eyes and parted lips before she regains composure, gaze moving down to his hand before she reaches for it to give it a firm shake. "You have nothing to apologize for." She manages, her voice still quiet as her hand falls away to return to her side. Her head leans back against the wall again, gaze moving to the ceiling. "You remember it now. But at the time it wasn't you, conditioning doesn't work like that." Natasha couldn't help but scoff at herself before he could disagree aloud, her eyes closing. "Not that it matters. I can't count how many times someone has said that to me and I know it doesn't matter. But it's true, for what it's worth." All Natasha can do is tell him what might matter, and she does when her eyes open once more. "I don't blame you. I know that you didn't know who you were. I don't blame you."
Natasha lets that hang in the air before she looks at him again, this time with the shadow of a one sided smile. "Shame. I like James." She gave an audible sigh as she finally looked away from him to eye the door they came in. "This part of the Complex is abandoned, which is what we want, but we're going to need somewhere to find food. Sleep. There are underground systems we can use, ones that the Computer isn't aware of but..." Natasha's fingers move to run through her hair in frustration. "We need to lay as low as we can right now until they stop looking for you. Us. We're not going to be able to establish anything solid until then, so I hope you comfortable sleeping on a floor for a night or two."
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They sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound between them steady breathing and her own pulse pounding in her ears, until he breaks it with an apology that she doesn't expect. For a split second her surprise is evident on her face with wide eyes and parted lips before she regains composure, gaze moving down to his hand before she reaches for it to give it a firm shake. "You have nothing to apologize for." She manages, her voice still quiet as her hand falls away to return to her side. Her head leans back against the wall again, gaze moving to the ceiling. "You remember it now. But at the time it wasn't you, conditioning doesn't work like that." Natasha couldn't help but scoff at herself before he could disagree aloud, her eyes closing. "Not that it matters. I can't count how many times someone has said that to me and I know it doesn't matter. But it's true, for what it's worth." All Natasha can do is tell him what might matter, and she does when her eyes open once more. "I don't blame you. I know that you didn't know who you were. I don't blame you."
Natasha lets that hang in the air before she looks at him again, this time with the shadow of a one sided smile. "Shame. I like James." She gave an audible sigh as she finally looked away from him to eye the door they came in. "This part of the Complex is abandoned, which is what we want, but we're going to need somewhere to find food. Sleep. There are underground systems we can use, ones that the Computer isn't aware of but..." Natasha's fingers move to run through her hair in frustration. "We need to lay as low as we can right now until they stop looking for you. Us. We're not going to be able to establish anything solid until then, so I hope you comfortable sleeping on a floor for a night or two."