[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Harry remained silent as he watched Aziza. Feeling her step closer and set her head on his chest, he lowered his rifle to the ground with one hand still on it, gently wrapping the other around her as he held her for a few moments, remaining silent - so as to not say the wrong thing. When she moved to pull away, he nodded his head and shifted his weapon back into both hands, settling the weight of it as he watched her. [b][color=686F91]"Take all the time you need..."[/color][/b] He uttered quietly, moving back towards the entry-way, giving her the privacy she needed to pack up her things, and to change, when she brought it up.

He dared not even take a glance over his shoulder after she uttered that she needed to change, finding himself instead staring rather intently at the door, considering there were no real areas she might be able to gain some proper privacy. The faint aura of awkwardness that came with the situation however, was vaguely amusing, and despite the awful situation the two of them were in at that moment, he had to fight to hold back a laugh at the embarrassing situation they had both suddenly ended up in, during a far more trying time. 

He barely even heard her coming towards him until he saw her figure slip past him. He took a moment, looking over her new outfit, and found himself awestruck yet again. It didn't matter what Aziza wore, every time he saw her in a different outfit, and indeed, just every time he saw her, he was again taken aback by her incredible beauty. He had been about to speak up in a reply when he felt her lips press against his, the sergeant not hesitating for a moment as he leaned back into it, closing his eyes as he savoured the kiss for a few long moments. [b][color=686F91]"That's already more than enough thanks, Aziza..."[/color][/b] He smiled with a chuckle, attempting, at least slightly, to lighten the mood.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

The look on Vera's face as William entered was not lost on the man, and he made his way towards the stacks, intending to conduct his research, and ideally slip away and be done before either of them would make any major scene for the displeasure of the other women in Vera's office. He was pleased to get by without any words said towards him, believing the ladies were content to ignore his transgression as he began to search for the information he desired in the stacks.

That was until he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. He didn't have to turn to know who it was, but he did anyway after a brief sigh. Seeing Vera storming towards him, determination and venom in her eyes, William braced himself for the lecture he was likely to be given, attempting to prepare some reasonable excuse for why he had returned. Then of course, she tripped. His arms flying out, William caught hold of Vera's shoulders, but not before she collapsed into his chest, his efforts merely holding her there and stopping her from falling as he looked down at her. He could have said something snarky, something to rile her up like he usually did, but he thought better of it, instead, he watched her with a genuine sort of concern. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Are you alright, Vera?"[/color][/b]