[Connor isn’t so oblivious that he might have considered the gesture would’ve been awkward — it was the very reason why he asked. But she grants him permission (after what seems to be a moment of passing thought), and that’s enough for him to nod succinctly, setting down the wet towels on the flat stone nearby, and gripping the dry, fluffy ones in his hands.
Connor then reaches out to dry where she’s been unable to reach, systematic but not thoughtless in his movements. Her question incites him to reply without much hesitation at all.]
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Connor then reaches out to dry where she’s been unable to reach, systematic but not thoughtless in his movements. Her question incites him to reply without much hesitation at all.]
Of course. What is it?