Nat turns back from where she’s been watching him walk away, where pale eyes have seen him smoothly mount the motorcycle and turn the engine, giving one last cursory glance around before pulling on his helmet and taking off without a word. Most of her is angry with him, even if he’s completely justified in his reasons for leaving, even if he’s going for a good cause and she ‘s being the stubborn one, the one who can’t leave the life behind.

The phone rings, making her jump with the interruption of her self imposed silence and she lets it go a couple rings before clearing her throat and picking up.

“Yeah?” Her voice is just this side of raw, but she ignores it. “I’m on my way.”

Another boost, the first without Col. Maybe she’ll prove she can do it without him, but she’s not so sure. Heading out of her apartment, she slams the door harder than is strictly necessary, frustration becoming physical. A picture of the pair of them together falls from its perch, glass smashing as it hits.