[ There's a choked sound, her own laughter interrupting a sob, and her right hand lifts to cup his shoulder, to move up and rest along the curve of his neck. Trouble? ]
Making c-changes to a contract like that? S'bad for b-business. [She can't even scold him properly, not really, not when she doesn't mean in.]
[ She pulls back. Just enough to see him better, for him to see she's almost as much of a mess as he is. She can't quite manage a smile, but she's so far from unhappy even as tears finally begin rolling down her cheeks.]
You have no idea. [and somehow she's dragged him even part way back into it. Oh god. But she doesn't dare let go. The notion that doing so might mean he disappears, that she might never see him again? Utterly unacceptable. ...She'll think about that in more detail in a little while.
Lifting her left hand, she moves to cup his face in both hands, thumbs dragging along his beard, mindful not to touch his scar.] And what the hell do you call this, hmm?
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Making c-changes to a contract like that? S'bad for b-business. [She can't even scold him properly, not really, not when she doesn't mean in.]
[ She pulls back. Just enough to see him better, for him to see she's almost as much of a mess as he is. She can't quite manage a smile, but she's so far from unhappy even as tears finally begin rolling down her cheeks.]
You have no idea. [and somehow she's dragged him even part way back into it. Oh god. But she doesn't dare let go. The notion that doing so might mean he disappears, that she might never see him again? Utterly unacceptable. ...She'll think about that in more detail in a little while.
Lifting her left hand, she moves to cup his face in both hands, thumbs dragging along his beard, mindful not to touch his scar.] And what the hell do you call this, hmm?