* 𝓼𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉.

tony is a little taken aback by her forwardness —— but finds it strangely endearing. it wasn't often that he'd be challenged in such a way. “ i feel 𝒾nconvenienced. i still don't believe it's mine, especially given your track record. ” →

she frowns, “im sorry.” she places a reassuring hand on top of hers giving it small squeeze. “let’s start with maybe a small cup of tea?” she stands, preparing the two a warm cup. tag hopes this can help not only calm sarah down, but help ease the nausea […]

“alright. . .” taggie’s voice is sincere — genuine — as she thinks of a way to help sarah. she takes a breath in , “well, let’s take a seat?” she then offers, “i can make us something — anything you’d like.” she smiles without her teeth, but it’s warm regardless. […]

“ what's going through that head of yours? i've seen that look before. ” tony comments, hand resting over his own glass as he observes the other —— curious.

“hey — woah. you alright?” taggie questions, her face full of concern for the other. she looks at sarah, noticing the woman appears to be struggling to catch her breath. in a state of panic, perhaps? “anything i can do to help?”