[She gives him a look—one that might tell him exactly what she's thinking in that moment. That he still constantly pours himself into his work, but it's beneath a teasing smile.
One that fades at his question, replaced with a flush in her cheeks as she lets her gaze drift away.]
Sometimes.
[Oftentimes, when she finds herself stuck in moments like this one, and she taps a finger gently against his chest a few times in silence.]
no subject
One that fades at his question, replaced with a flush in her cheeks as she lets her gaze drift away.]
Sometimes.
[Oftentimes, when she finds herself stuck in moments like this one, and she taps a finger gently against his chest a few times in silence.]
Like you, for the most part.