[ It's that hitch in his movement (and it doesn't entirely escape her though it's almost entirely on a subconscious level that she registers it right now) and the one in her own that tends to happen when he says it himself that are among the reasons 'I love you' isn't something that tends to get said directly between the two of them. Among the reasons she didn't entirely intend to say it right now, but she finds it's what she's been wanting to say to him for a long time, was worried she wouldn't get the chance again. She closes her eyes and soaks up his words and the warmth, opening them to take the washcloth he's handing her and kind of looking between it and her, slightly askance because she's not sure she wants anything touching her right now. Well, except him.
But that is the point of the bath, so she starts a little gingerly, trying to keep her face blank as she does so though she shoots him a slightly confused look at that last bit. ] What's Seattle Champagne a good name for? [ She missed that whole internal monologue part there, okay. ] And where are scissors? [ She's completely serious about chopping all of her hair off, here. It's too heavy. ]
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But that is the point of the bath, so she starts a little gingerly, trying to keep her face blank as she does so though she shoots him a slightly confused look at that last bit. ] What's Seattle Champagne a good name for? [ She missed that whole internal monologue part there, okay. ] And where are scissors? [ She's completely serious about chopping all of her hair off, here. It's too heavy. ]