It's hard not to kiss her mouth as he goes, but he opts for her cheek instead, and this time when he draws away, he appears as though he's a thousand pounds lighter than before. The hurt isn't gone, and it wouldn't be for some time, and even aside from his grief there was still so much troubling his heart. But he's shared it, he knows now that this is where he belongs tonight. With her. ]
I'll be back in a jiff.
[ And without explaining what a jiff is, he squeezes her hand once more before stepping out again, leaving Peo to keep her company. There's no question to whether or not he'll return this time. It's a quick trip, though he's sure to wash up adequately so she won't give him a hard time for those tender touches they'd shared. He packs a bag of things he'll need to spend the night, changes into a comfy pair of sweats and a tank to sleep in, and leaves his hair the fluffy mess it is as it dries from the shower.
Now he's really earning that chocobo comparison.
Then he's on his way back. It's - strange. Two weeks ago...he'd never had guessed he'd be preparing to spend the night crashing at Alisaie's, but...he's never been a good guesser.
So he steps through her bedroom door for the third - and final - time that night, eyes bright but tired as they meet hers. He clicks the door shut behind him this time and drops his bag to the floor, but not before pulling a treat for Peo out of one if its pockets. ]
Figured I owed him an apology treat, at the very least.
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It's hard not to kiss her mouth as he goes, but he opts for her cheek instead, and this time when he draws away, he appears as though he's a thousand pounds lighter than before. The hurt isn't gone, and it wouldn't be for some time, and even aside from his grief there was still so much troubling his heart. But he's shared it, he knows now that this is where he belongs tonight. With her. ]
I'll be back in a jiff.
[ And without explaining what a jiff is, he squeezes her hand once more before stepping out again, leaving Peo to keep her company. There's no question to whether or not he'll return this time. It's a quick trip, though he's sure to wash up adequately so she won't give him a hard time for those tender touches they'd shared. He packs a bag of things he'll need to spend the night, changes into a comfy pair of sweats and a tank to sleep in, and leaves his hair the fluffy mess it is as it dries from the shower.
Now he's really earning that chocobo comparison.
Then he's on his way back. It's - strange. Two weeks ago...he'd never had guessed he'd be preparing to spend the night crashing at Alisaie's, but...he's never been a good guesser.
So he steps through her bedroom door for the third - and final - time that night, eyes bright but tired as they meet hers. He clicks the door shut behind him this time and drops his bag to the floor, but not before pulling a treat for Peo out of one if its pockets. ]
Figured I owed him an apology treat, at the very least.