Natasha didn't want to be hurt, but he couldn't answer the question: victory was not around the corner, but over an entire ocean.
"Well, I don't know. – I didn't have to make it up here. – I'd go on a bender. Go on vacation… Get married…"
– Is it all connected? Is it just one thing at a time? Or do you have to pick one?
If earlier in the figurative expression Misha stood in the swamp up to his ankles, now up to his shoulders: now, what to answer. He would want to go on a bender after all this. And even now he wouldn't mind such a thing, if only he had something to do.
– Shit, Natasha, I don't know! What makes you think I'll even live?
– I'm just saying. I'm just asking. On a binge, on a binge.
A second of silence crawled through the room like a snail.
– I'm sorry, Natasha, I didn't mean to.... – It's nothing, I was just asking.
I… I'm sorry, Natasha… I'm really sorry. – Misha began to think that it was time to apologize thoroughly, because at least while he was doing it, he would at least postpone the awkwardness, which for the last minute had settled in his throat and began to make all words hoarse, except those that asked for something.
And Natasha noticed it well. Now she could see that she had almost completely finished this guy, and that if things continued in the same way, he would just give up on her – it was too hard for him to play such games. Now it was time to take things to another level.
On the table between them was a plate empty of soup, a good excuse to sneak up on her darling unnoticed. Natasha stood up from the table with the words "I'll put the plate away", walked around to his side and reached out her hand to the plate, stopped, and then slowly moved her lips to his. Generally there's some difference between those actions that one does "just for something" and those that one does because one is "drawn to do them" or maybe "it's bad to wait to do them". Such actions are somehow differently done: and the brain somehow seems not quite in control of them, and the colors change in the eyes, and even the air becomes different. All of this was happening to Natasha now, as her lips moved to his, and it seemed to her that she could feel nothing else but his lips.