[A kiss is a kiss, and it had been what she wanted, strangely enough. She wouldn't seek it on her own, forcing him instead to offer it when he felt he wanted to, so she just takes that single step back and yields, returning it in kind, however soft and brief it is.
And she would seek more, as they are wont to often do, but he really does need to get cleaned up if he wants to get back to any semblance of normalcy. The beard was just the first step.
So, with just a glance and not a word spoken when she pulls back, she slides her hand free from his and leaves him in the bathroom, pulling the door half shut on her way out.
When he comes to join her, he'll find her seated in his chair at his desk, her feet kicked up upon it, a leather-bound journal of his "doodles", as she likes to call them, open on her lap, and a lit cigar held between her lips.]
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And she would seek more, as they are wont to often do, but he really does need to get cleaned up if he wants to get back to any semblance of normalcy. The beard was just the first step.
So, with just a glance and not a word spoken when she pulls back, she slides her hand free from his and leaves him in the bathroom, pulling the door half shut on her way out.
When he comes to join her, he'll find her seated in his chair at his desk, her feet kicked up upon it, a leather-bound journal of his "doodles", as she likes to call them, open on her lap, and a lit cigar held between her lips.]