[Her eyes rest on his, something more dubious and hesitant behind that slight quirk of her lip, one corner lifting with a suggestive smile even though she has a feeling he wants otherwise. Still, he never quits with his jokes, does he?]
You can shower on your own.
[An arch of her brow first before she gets back to it, just a few more careful strokes before she's finished.
As much as she'd rather just ignore these tender feelings swirling in the pit of her stomach, find a distraction elsewhere, she knows that he hasn't bounced back fully. There's still a weight to his shoulders and in his eyes that she doesn't think he'll be shaking off anytime soon. And she isn't about to try.]
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You can shower on your own.
[An arch of her brow first before she gets back to it, just a few more careful strokes before she's finished.
As much as she'd rather just ignore these tender feelings swirling in the pit of her stomach, find a distraction elsewhere, she knows that he hasn't bounced back fully. There's still a weight to his shoulders and in his eyes that she doesn't think he'll be shaking off anytime soon. And she isn't about to try.]
I will wait outside.