[ They'd both had some foresight to change into more comfortable clothes when they'd gotten home, it seems. A small relief, since that meant there wouldn't be any awkward changing or anything. Not like when he'd let her borrow his shirt all those months ago.
(Though he has to admit he'd like to see that again).
After stepping into the room, she undoes the braid in her hair, fingers combing out the waves. He wants to reach over and help. Or do that for her, but he doesn't know if that would be too much. So instead, he moves to fold the covers back and set his cane aside. It's easier to walk around in his room without it; he'd arranged the furniture so there was always something for him to lean on, just in case.
She takes his hand before he can sit in bed, pulling them closer, wrapping her arms around his middle in a hug. There's a familiar freeze, anxiety and suddenness both taking hold. It's as she turns her head that he focuses on how warm she is, sliding his arm across her shoulders to return the gesture. Sort of. It's definitely awkward. ]
I thought about you every day. [ How much he wanted to simply sit and watch shows with her. Or have those mornings on the weekends when they'd be doing things independently in the same space—him reading and her doing stretches or trying to catch a string of cute pictures of Lizabeta. The visit to Ravka, he'd thought, would make it easier to miss her less. It had really done the opposite, making his apartment feel empty when he'd gotten back. ]
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Date: 2020-11-01 04:00 pm (UTC)(Though he has to admit he'd like to see that again).
After stepping into the room, she undoes the braid in her hair, fingers combing out the waves. He wants to reach over and help. Or do that for her, but he doesn't know if that would be too much. So instead, he moves to fold the covers back and set his cane aside. It's easier to walk around in his room without it; he'd arranged the furniture so there was always something for him to lean on, just in case.
She takes his hand before he can sit in bed, pulling them closer, wrapping her arms around his middle in a hug. There's a familiar freeze, anxiety and suddenness both taking hold. It's as she turns her head that he focuses on how warm she is, sliding his arm across her shoulders to return the gesture. Sort of. It's definitely awkward. ]
I thought about you every day. [ How much he wanted to simply sit and watch shows with her. Or have those mornings on the weekends when they'd be doing things independently in the same space—him reading and her doing stretches or trying to catch a string of cute pictures of Lizabeta. The visit to Ravka, he'd thought, would make it easier to miss her less. It had really done the opposite, making his apartment feel empty when he'd gotten back. ]