Author: ldhenson
Rating: PG
Pairing: Joe/Dex
Summary: Seeing is believing.
There wasn't much about it to see, of course. Maybe it took someone who knew them both well. Maybe not even then.
Larger debris had been swept away, but the signs of recent devastation were still too clear. Cables snaking loose, cracked girders, charred fragments of what must have once been a wing scattered across a workbench. Dark circles under men's eyes, soot smeared across foreheads damp with sweat.
Dex kneeling next to an opened floor panel, head apparently bent in concentration, tangle of severed wires in his hands. Joe crouching next to him, hand braced against his shoulder; turned away, speaking to someone else, an airman with a clipboard.
No headlines there. Nothing of particular interest.
Except there was the way Dex's shoulder dipped slightly, betraying the weight leaning there. The way Dex's head tilted almost imperceptibly towards the man beside him. The way Joe's fingertips rested carelessly against both worn collar fabric and the bare skin at the side of his throat. And Dex's gaze, what was visible of it with his face averted, focused not on the ruin of circuits before him, but a million miles away.
There wasn't much about it she wanted to see, of course, but there it was, in indelible black and white.
Some days, Polly reflected, sneaking snapshots behind your back was a really lousy idea.
