[Cid had moved to his desk, taking the opportunity to hide the thing she doesn't need to see, check his messages, and was smoking a little when she comes out.
For a moment his mind goes blank as he stares at her. It's not the first time he's seen her come out of the bath with just a towel—or less—but there is a strange difference when it's from his own...and with her looking as vulnerable as she does. So it takes him a second, the cigar starting to tilt in his fingertips before he comes to his senses and clears his throat, quickly catching and then setting down that cigar.]
—Shirt, right.
[And then up he goes to his dresser to pull one out and hand it to her.]
Need anything else?
[He's certain he knows the answer, but might as well offer.]
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For a moment his mind goes blank as he stares at her. It's not the first time he's seen her come out of the bath with just a towel—or less—but there is a strange difference when it's from his own...and with her looking as vulnerable as she does. So it takes him a second, the cigar starting to tilt in his fingertips before he comes to his senses and clears his throat, quickly catching and then setting down that cigar.]
—Shirt, right.
[And then up he goes to his dresser to pull one out and hand it to her.]
Need anything else?
[He's certain he knows the answer, but might as well offer.]