[ She's giving him this faint smile and he isn't sure what to do with that. It's probably from his hair flopping right back to where it had been, but the expression is just. Warm. Almost too tender. He has a hard time meeting her eye so his gaze drops.
Probably wasn't a good idea, since she's still wearing his shirt. Which hangs loose everywhere, including the collar. It's nearly off her small shoulders and dipping low on her chest.
Ah. Okay. He turns his head to look more towards the ceiling, trying not to blush. ]
Sure I've got the brand bookmarked somewhere. I'll send it to you.
[ Because that's the logical thing to do instead of what his mind conjures. Which is: just tell her she can stay in here sometimes. Seriously what? ]
Breakfast? Or— [ He finally picks up his phone to glance at it. Yeah, still morning. ] —okay, breakfast.
[ Sitting up carefully, he stretches his arms up, shaking off more of the sleepiness. Really, he could probably go back to bed. But falling back asleep while she was here seemed...rude. ]
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Date: 2020-10-14 01:17 pm (UTC)Probably wasn't a good idea, since she's still wearing his shirt. Which hangs loose everywhere, including the collar. It's nearly off her small shoulders and dipping low on her chest.
Ah. Okay. He turns his head to look more towards the ceiling, trying not to blush. ]
Sure I've got the brand bookmarked somewhere. I'll send it to you.
[ Because that's the logical thing to do instead of what his mind conjures. Which is: just tell her she can stay in here sometimes. Seriously what? ]
Breakfast? Or— [ He finally picks up his phone to glance at it. Yeah, still morning. ] —okay, breakfast.
[ Sitting up carefully, he stretches his arms up, shaking off more of the sleepiness. Really, he could probably go back to bed. But falling back asleep while she was here seemed...rude. ]