[Clint turns towards the door from where he's stood by the purple comfy looking sofa that the newly named Garm is lay on, a relieved smile on his face at the mention of coffee.]
Wow, you really are a God, thanks for all of this. I didn't want to leave him on his own just yet.
[To someone who carries the guilt she does, it is hard to think that it could be. She failed her sisters, she is certain of that. But abandon Merrin? Never. Still, she dodges, because there is much there to think on.]
They weren’t hired for their looks, but I’ve never felt compelled to put paper bags over any heads when going over their contracts because of the sight of them. Looks are subjective though, so I’ll let you decide when you arrive.
You'd be surprised by how open my mind is most times. I imagine that I'll have to get someone to update my security this very minute. I wouldn't want to find another mystery knife in my ceiling.
( he did give it a good try! she laughs as she swings him up into a hug, however, making sure to lift his feet off the ground as she does so. and then just decides it's easier to hold him up like this, arms supporting his weight as she shifts him to rest on them completely.
if he wants, of course. she'll let him down the moment he indicates he truly doesn't wish to be in her arms. )
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