[She's never worn the top - and never intends to wear it - because it shows the scar she's got across her chest and she's ashamed of that ugly mar... yet she still turns to carefully tuck the top back into her pack, pressing it down toward the bottom near a stuffed mog that's a little worse for the wear. It's not to wear... it's to treasure because -
he will no doubt deserve that awkward reminder stuck to a mirror one day... but, not yet. He's bought himself a little more time - and a little more of her already mostly gone messed up heart - today. On impulse, she leans over quickly, much easier to do suddenly between her already scooted closer thanks to earlier position and his not leaning away anymore either, and presses a quick kiss to his cheek.]
Okay.
[It's a quick whisper and then her hair's in the way, hiding her face, as she turns back to much more calmly unwinding the beads from around her wrist, stupid hidden sappy smile on her face.
Sorting through the team's floatsam doesn't seem so bad after all.]
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he will no doubt deserve that awkward reminder stuck to a mirror one day... but, not yet. He's bought himself a little more time - and a little more of her already mostly gone messed up heart - today. On impulse, she leans over quickly, much easier to do suddenly between her already scooted closer thanks to earlier position and his not leaning away anymore either, and presses a quick kiss to his cheek.]
Okay.
[It's a quick whisper and then her hair's in the way, hiding her face, as she turns back to much more calmly unwinding the beads from around her wrist, stupid hidden sappy smile on her face.
Sorting through the team's floatsam doesn't seem so bad after all.]