[ displaced is the closest. kidnapped could work, but they're not kids and kidnapping implies that either of them couldn't fend off someone who wanted to kidnap them. (he likes to think they both could have.) it's a routine and ian, despite everything, rather likes this routine and sees no reason for it not to exist just because they're displaced. there's still a low hum of anger in his bones toward cambridge, but sometimes one has to know when a fight just isn't going anywhere. he'll stew for a bit, but eventually he won't feel like slapping her in the face.
his lips turn up into the faintest of smiles when he sees her face in the door. it's what they do. (you can come in now, dundee. i guess.) so he does, pushing the door open while making sure it doesn't hit her somehow. he doesn't shut it behind him, though, trusting her to shut it instead. ]
action; punching myself repeatedly in the face D:
his lips turn up into the faintest of smiles when he sees her face in the door. it's what they do. (you can come in now, dundee. i guess.) so he does, pushing the door open while making sure it doesn't hit her somehow. he doesn't shut it behind him, though, trusting her to shut it instead. ]
It was a bit of a rush job with the sandwich.