[ he tries to hide it but alisaie knows him too well, knows his mind and his heart, knows how tired he is, how difficult all of this has been, the toll it has taken. it makes her heart ache with a pressure that tightens her throat.
she needs to turn toward him again in order to wet her hair, but it gives her the opportunity to look up into his face again, to touch him. he passes her the shampoo but after a moment's consideration she sets it aside again and reaches instead to take his hand, the one with the shampoo in it, so she can scrape it into her own palm instead.
and then she's rubbing it between her hands and lifting them to his hair to gently, steadily work it through. there's something very.. comforting about this, about the casual intimacy of bathing with someone you trust absolutely, someone you can be so completely vulnerable with.
but she doesn't offer an answer. the will to joke has bled out of her again. ]
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she needs to turn toward him again in order to wet her hair, but it gives her the opportunity to look up into his face again, to touch him. he passes her the shampoo but after a moment's consideration she sets it aside again and reaches instead to take his hand, the one with the shampoo in it, so she can scrape it into her own palm instead.
and then she's rubbing it between her hands and lifting them to his hair to gently, steadily work it through. there's something very.. comforting about this, about the casual intimacy of bathing with someone you trust absolutely, someone you can be so completely vulnerable with.
but she doesn't offer an answer. the will to joke has bled out of her again. ]