Slippery Truth
A/N: For irittdsqrl in response to the song meme.
It kinda made sense that she'd figure it out when he saved her life for the umpteenth time. He'd watched as, after he'd pulled her back from the brink, her eyes landed on the paper, his face, and her own trembling hands.
It took no words for her to know. Just instinct, sight, and fate.
He doubted that Brigatti was the fantastical type, but she'd accepted the truth easily enough. Though what other explanation could there be for him being at the right place at the right time to catch her hand as it slipped along smooth granite toward oblivion?