[ It's okay - he more or less recognized the blurt of affection for the uncaged fear that it was. It added a moment of tension to the hitch and pause in his body, but at least she's here to relieve that worry. At least he's here with her to hear the words that might not have been shared. It's the kind of victory that makes you wonder why you fight sometimes, but simultaneously it's the kind of defeat that spurs you forward.

He steps towards the counter by the sink again for a moment before returning, scissors in hand, and doesn't then not know what to do with himself at all. This isn't a problem. ] They're right here. Did you want to... or did you want me to? I think it was me, but I don't - I meant the color of the water. It's an interesting tint.