Like Breathing Was Easy. [+ivananddmitiri/Mainverse]

Natasha’s had enough of the wallowing. This was not how Ivan ever operated, and he’s been indulged enough. She’s hear to deliver a verbal slap - and perhaps a physical one if the situation demands it.

Yes, she knows he’s heartbroken; the tone in his communications the past few weeks says it all. However, there is a span on how long a heart can be broken, and his allowance is up. She knocks sharply on his door, leaning against the wall as she waits for an answer.

Or none. Then, she gets to pick the lock. It’s been a while.