[ Laughter is laced through her voice as she finally looks down at him when she's certain that the pressure behind her eyes has passed at least for now. ]
I could. But you'd have to ask me really nicely if that were the case. Like throw in a favour or something else in there.
[ She finishes her dutiful cleaning of his hand and holds it up for her to see, scrutinizing them as if she's trying to choose a colour and trying not to focus on the damage done to his hands. Really she just wants an excuse to hold him closer — not that she thinks Sylvain would complain. At least she hopes not. ]
no subject
[ Laughter is laced through her voice as she finally looks down at him when she's certain that the pressure behind her eyes has passed at least for now. ]
I could. But you'd have to ask me really nicely if that were the case. Like throw in a favour or something else in there.
[ She finishes her dutiful cleaning of his hand and holds it up for her to see, scrutinizing them as if she's trying to choose a colour and trying not to focus on the damage done to his hands. Really she just wants an excuse to hold him closer — not that she thinks Sylvain would complain. At least she hopes not. ]