[ they've found them here and there - moments like this that recall better times. moments when her fever has abated enough that she's not sweating through her nightshirt or shivering down to her bones, when her mind is clear, when he's not so exhausted he's come home and right to bed with hardly a breath between. moments like this, which aren't entirely normal, but still feel.. okay. like all of this will be fine, if they just make it through one day at a time.
now that he's finished, alisaie expects him to stand and tumble into bed - they're both drained to their very marrow, and surely he must be looking forward to collapsing into a pillow. but he doesn't, he waits, and he looks up at her with those eyes and immediately alisaie feels a flush rising to her face. she hopes that maybe the fever will hide it, but that's doubtful. he's brought her plenty of things before of course, but the way he's voicing it, how he stammers like that - well, it makes her heart flutter. dammit, prompto.
gathering up her spilled dignity, alisaie clears her throat and leans forward, interrupting his stammering with the careful press of her fingertip to his lips. ]
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now that he's finished, alisaie expects him to stand and tumble into bed - they're both drained to their very marrow, and surely he must be looking forward to collapsing into a pillow. but he doesn't, he waits, and he looks up at her with those eyes and immediately alisaie feels a flush rising to her face. she hopes that maybe the fever will hide it, but that's doubtful. he's brought her plenty of things before of course, but the way he's voicing it, how he stammers like that - well, it makes her heart flutter. dammit, prompto.
gathering up her spilled dignity, alisaie clears her throat and leans forward, interrupting his stammering with the careful press of her fingertip to his lips. ]
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