[ Her answer is a little husky, from memory, from regret. She holds his gaze a moment, before letting it follow his movement, letting him lean into her space, stay there as long as he wants. A week ago, he was dead and she was alive and on a mission. Days ago, she was still reeling from the shock of his survival, and now, here they are, flirting in the kitchen, and there's such promise in the way he's looking at her.
And York is most certainly a man of his word.
She murmurs 'thank you' for the bottle, popping the cap and pouring the syrup over her waffle, perhaps a little too much by normal standards, but there's more than one reason for that. Once she's done, she swipes over the nozzle to clear any excess dribble away, before setting the bottle back between them.
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[ Her answer is a little husky, from memory, from regret. She holds his gaze a moment, before letting it follow his movement, letting him lean into her space, stay there as long as he wants. A week ago, he was dead and she was alive and on a mission. Days ago, she was still reeling from the shock of his survival, and now, here they are, flirting in the kitchen, and there's such promise in the way he's looking at her.
And York is most certainly a man of his word.
She murmurs 'thank you' for the bottle, popping the cap and pouring the syrup over her waffle, perhaps a little too much by normal standards, but there's more than one reason for that. Once she's done, she swipes over the nozzle to clear any excess dribble away, before setting the bottle back between them.
And licks her fingers clean absently. ]