I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
Isla's touch has an almost instantaneous effect on the aviator; his shoulders draw down from his ears and the breath that he sighs out has colour returning to his face. Reaching for her with his other hand to draw her down onto one of his knees, he offers her a wry smile before pressing his cheek against the soft fabric of her robe. "Is that your clinical diagnoses Dr. Lockwood? Snow Psychosis?" A bit of warmth returns to the aviator's face as he sighs against Isla, drawing strength from the simple sound of her voice and the familiarity of her smell and feel.
Tilting his chin up to accept her kiss, the aviator shakes his head a touch. "It would be a considerable amount of water to waste." He reasons; already the inclination to stop the flow of the water was growing murky and faraway in his thoughts, and while he wasn't ready to strip down and sink into the water, that didn't mean Isla couldn't test things out for him. "Besides, if you go in first and have no reaction, then we'll know for certain it has nothing to do with the water or room, and everything to do with me."
Really, Isla would be doing a disservice to science if she refused to get into the bath.
Tilting his chin up to accept her kiss, the aviator shakes his head a touch. "It would be a considerable amount of water to waste." He reasons; already the inclination to stop the flow of the water was growing murky and faraway in his thoughts, and while he wasn't ready to strip down and sink into the water, that didn't mean Isla couldn't test things out for him. "Besides, if you go in first and have no reaction, then we'll know for certain it has nothing to do with the water or room, and everything to do with me."
Really, Isla would be doing a disservice to science if she refused to get into the bath.
Everest
