[he is kind of bummed when she lets go of his hand, but he lets her use him like a shelf while she digs around in the fridge and starts heating up the rice. it is definitely not as spicy as he might have made it normally, but honestly his taste buds aren't what they were as a child either.]
[since she's not holding his hand anymore, he uses the opportunity to pull his arms back through his sleeves at last. it's getting chilly, okay, now that he doesn't have her for a blanket. he's distracted from buttoning it back up by the way she leans though, frowning because he knows that cannot feel good. he reaches out without thinking and tugs gently at her arm to stop her from leaning so uncomfortably.]
Not as myself. [that undercover life.] I cannot decide if that made it easier or not.
no subject
[since she's not holding his hand anymore, he uses the opportunity to pull his arms back through his sleeves at last. it's getting chilly, okay, now that he doesn't have her for a blanket. he's distracted from buttoning it back up by the way she leans though, frowning because he knows that cannot feel good. he reaches out without thinking and tugs gently at her arm to stop her from leaning so uncomfortably.]
Not as myself. [that undercover life.] I cannot decide if that made it easier or not.