[ She might be observant but it's not exactly a challenge to read his body language anyway when he returns, to sense the shame practically radiating from his being and...
He's been battered, wounded, burned, nearly torn apart and put back together again in more ways that she could have possibly imagined he'd been. Even for someone who had been around for as long as he had. Yet he's still standing despite it all and all he appears to feel for that is shame?
She doesn't let herself hesitate in closing the distance between them and reaching for his prosthetic, gripping the hand part as she speaks, ]
I meant what I said- [ She reaches for his other hand, real one this time. ] You don't have to hide. Or apologise - for any of it. Not to me.
Look at me and don't apologise to me again or I'll- [ She pauses, staring at him and suddenly just a little flustered. ]
I'll throw this shirt in the soup too. [ It comes out in a rush. It's a lame, foolish, empty threat and she immediately regrets saying such a silly, frivolous thing that is so very unlike her but she means the sentiment behind it. She means every word.
...Well, except the part about actually throwing his shirt in the soup. They both know she's too sensible for something like that. Plus that would require tugging said shirt off him somehow. ]
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He's been battered, wounded, burned, nearly torn apart and put back together again in more ways that she could have possibly imagined he'd been. Even for someone who had been around for as long as he had. Yet he's still standing despite it all and all he appears to feel for that is shame?
She doesn't let herself hesitate in closing the distance between them and reaching for his prosthetic, gripping the hand part as she speaks, ]
I meant what I said- [ She reaches for his other hand, real one this time. ] You don't have to hide. Or apologise - for any of it. Not to me.
Look at me and don't apologise to me again or I'll- [ She pauses, staring at him and suddenly just a little flustered. ]
I'll throw this shirt in the soup too. [ It comes out in a rush. It's a lame, foolish, empty threat and she immediately regrets saying such a silly, frivolous thing that is so very unlike her but she means the sentiment behind it. She means every word.
...Well, except the part about actually throwing his shirt in the soup. They both know she's too sensible for something like that. Plus that would require tugging said shirt off him somehow. ]