[ it's only after he's leaned into her touch that she realizes what she's done, and thank the gods that he cannot see the flush that lights her face. gods.. she's ridiculous. he makes her ridiculous. why must he be so sweet? so good? so endearing? it's very frustrating, for her.
but she's got a good excuse to pull her hands away in gathering up his bowl and food tray, setting them aside on the nightstand. ]
I don't mind at all.
[ she's finished what errands she'd needed to first, under the assumption that he would want some company, after all. she knows him well enough to know that he does not like to be alone. first off, though, she's sliding the ice pack to its customary place behind his neck. ]
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but she's got a good excuse to pull her hands away in gathering up his bowl and food tray, setting them aside on the nightstand. ]
I don't mind at all.
[ she's finished what errands she'd needed to first, under the assumption that he would want some company, after all. she knows him well enough to know that he does not like to be alone. first off, though, she's sliding the ice pack to its customary place behind his neck. ]