Strange's expression shifts to a charmed little smile as Crozier kisses him. It's a smile of happy disbelief, the sort of 'oh wow, I didn't expect that to happen but I'm kind of glad it did' feeling that Strange gets whenever he crafts a spell that he wasn't sure would work. It was nice. He kind of wants to do it again.
But that will happen later. Right now, there is work to be done.
He takes Crozier's hand, the hand that has the lichen growing on it, the hand that is there but isn't and gives it a small squeeze (ah, so it is there, that's nice to know). He looks at his captain and mouths, 'Thank you, Francis' before gently setting his hand down and, with even more renewed vigor than before, leaves his room to interrogate some new arrivals.
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Strange's expression shifts to a charmed little smile as Crozier kisses him. It's a smile of happy disbelief, the sort of 'oh wow, I didn't expect that to happen but I'm kind of glad it did' feeling that Strange gets whenever he crafts a spell that he wasn't sure would work. It was nice. He kind of wants to do it again.
But that will happen later. Right now, there is work to be done.
He takes Crozier's hand, the hand that has the lichen growing on it, the hand that is there but isn't and gives it a small squeeze (ah, so it is there, that's nice to know). He looks at his captain and mouths, 'Thank you, Francis' before gently setting his hand down and, with even more renewed vigor than before, leaves his room to interrogate some new arrivals.