[ He hasn't settled into the bath for more than a moment before his eyes are fluttering closed — not so he can sleep, mind you, but to, you know, better appreciate how amazing the water feels — but they do open slightly when she pulls the washcloth over his dirty, aching shoulders. He lifts them to her face, watching her pensively, though he is not really that deep in thought. It's merely a wonder to behold her at all, and to have her watching over him like this, taking care of him, as she has so many times before. ]
But I don't wanna get all p-pruny...
[ Despite the lightness in his tone, his voice breaks over the last word as a sob catches in his throat, and quickly, he reaches a hand from the water to grasp one of hers, bringing it close so he can press kisses and gentle words to her fingertips. Emotions that cannot be contained inside his heart any longer and must be expressed.
How in the world did he get so lucky as to have this? ]
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But I don't wanna get all p-pruny...
[ Despite the lightness in his tone, his voice breaks over the last word as a sob catches in his throat, and quickly, he reaches a hand from the water to grasp one of hers, bringing it close so he can press kisses and gentle words to her fingertips. Emotions that cannot be contained inside his heart any longer and must be expressed.
How in the world did he get so lucky as to have this? ]