Lisa doesn't know how long Twelve stays on his knees like that, despair raw and open for the world to see. Guilt eats away at her, he betrayed Nine for goodness sakes, and it was all her fault.
"Twelve-" She starts to spew out an apology, but he presses a finger to her lips, shushing her.
"You don't need to apologize, remember?" He flashes her a plastic smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's get you out of those, 'k?" His attempt to hide his pain wounds her like swords driven through her stomach.
"Alright," Lisa holds back the tears for what feels like the millionth time tonight.
Deftly, Twelve grabs his tools from before and works on her handcuffs. She doesn't have a good view of things, but she hears a few clicks and she's free.
"There we go," He coos as he gently rubs her sore wrists. Lisa only now realizes how tender they are from hours bound and hisses at his touch.
"Sorry." Twelve apologizes, pulling away from her as fast as possible. Lisa opens her mouth to say something, but then decides she doesn't know any words she could say to placate him. So she instead concentrates on getting these cursed bombs away from her as far as she can.
"What do we do now? Her voice wavers and Lisa hates herself for it.
"We wait," Twelve stretches out his arms and sighs. "I doubt we could could climb down in this condition.
"We could try! I... I mean I've jumped out of a plane before we can't just-"
"Believe me I don't like sitting here either, but it doesn't matter how brave you are, we're stuck." She hears him mutter some more, but doesn't catch what he says.
So they sit their like that, watching the way the rain blurs the lights shining below. Lisa tries focusing on the droplets dripping down the window, not poor Nine or the nagging voice in her head insulting her for being so stupid.
"So do you wanna talk a bit, or something?" He breaks the silence. "It might make things more bearable and take our minds off things." They both know what "things" Twelve's referring to.
"Uh, do you have a favorite color?" The question's so awkward but it's the first one that pops into her head.
"I like blue," He's given up the fake cheerfulness from before. "It's calming, what about you?"
"Green, I look good in it," A memory of her father giving her a green dress before he left flashes across her eyes.
She notices the way Twelve blinks as he looks her over, but he says nothing, so she does the same.
"What about animals?" Twelve asks.
"Crows are interesting, very smart." There are a lot in her neighborhood. Were in her neighborhood Lisa corrects herself. "And you?"
"Never was that into animals," He waves away the question. "But dogs are ok," It's a strange game they play, but it does calm down her hummingbird heartbeat. If she closes her eyes she can imagine they're here voluntarily, enjoying a hot summer evening
"I like spring a lot." Those words roll out after the 20th question or so. "Winter is so dull and gray, but things finally start to perk up again in spring. You and Nine should see how beautiful Tokyo gets."
For some reason, Twelve clenches his jaw at that, as if stepped on his toe or something. She's about to ask if he's ok when suddenly, Twelve leans towards her and wraps his arms around her small form.
"I'll be sure to do that," His grip tightens and Lisa's face is pushed into his damp t-shirt. "I promise,"
Lisa doesn't know what she's done, but when she feels him slightly trembling, she wraps her arms around him as well. And she holds him til the shaking stops.