[ The difference being her family is her job. Her son's reason for existence is to be a cover for a lie that she has maintained for two decades and counting. He is only one among many tributes she has laid at the feet of Mother Russia, and it is a respite, really, that he is not here. It means she no longer has to choose between her children and her country.
Elizabeth shoots him a look at his response, the kind that says you're shittin' me. ]
Been living underwater, huh.
[ Mom jokes. Maybe it's maternal instinct that has her using her sleeves to wipe clean the two ends of the hose before offering it him. Maybe it's an attempt to pad out the persona, after she hears how he softened his voice to that idea. She gestures at the rope with the hose. ]
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Elizabeth shoots him a look at his response, the kind that says you're shittin' me. ]
Been living underwater, huh.
[ Mom jokes. Maybe it's maternal instinct that has her using her sleeves to wipe clean the two ends of the hose before offering it him. Maybe it's an attempt to pad out the persona, after she hears how he softened his voice to that idea. She gestures at the rope with the hose. ]
You trust me to reel you in with that?