I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
"Yeah, and it's just batter and heat but you still managed to burn one of my pancakes, didn't you?" he snorts, although something like a grin is starting to set in, like he'd happily eat burnt pancakes with her right now if he could. "I'll be sure to tell all the medics how highly you think of their field," he threatens lightly as he carts the basket to the edge of the tub. He grabs the bottom of his forest bouquet and sets it on the ground, ensuring it doesn't get knocked off into the fake sea.
That smile is lingering longer now, always fed by her. It's still cautious though, like he's not convinced all of this is quite real yet. He'd just watched a tear spin down her cheek after all, had just watched her fidget under the stare of an attendant. This feels pretend, but he can pretend with her too.
His gaze travels from the bundles of gauze and wraps to the slide of fabric over her skin, trying hard not to let something like fear shine back when he traces the wounds that linger on display. He nods, as if what she says sounds about right to his rocket science training for field first aid, as if he expects this is why she's lingering near a tub like a wraith at a grave. What he doesn't expect, when their eyes meet, is that familiar gleam coming back in. He holds their stare steady, scoffing with a fold of his arms. "You can't be serious." If the words alone weren't enough indicator, the lilt in her lips certainly is. "No shot you're suddenly modest now. Get in before I push you in." What had been careful sinks back into a familiar exchange as he steps back towards her, putting weight to his promise. She might be more flexible than him, but she wouldn't be able to reach all the gashes on her back. Short of jumping in with her, though he wasn't past doing so, he'd help her manage all the things she can't do alone.
That smile is lingering longer now, always fed by her. It's still cautious though, like he's not convinced all of this is quite real yet. He'd just watched a tear spin down her cheek after all, had just watched her fidget under the stare of an attendant. This feels pretend, but he can pretend with her too.
His gaze travels from the bundles of gauze and wraps to the slide of fabric over her skin, trying hard not to let something like fear shine back when he traces the wounds that linger on display. He nods, as if what she says sounds about right to his rocket science training for field first aid, as if he expects this is why she's lingering near a tub like a wraith at a grave. What he doesn't expect, when their eyes meet, is that familiar gleam coming back in. He holds their stare steady, scoffing with a fold of his arms. "You can't be serious." If the words alone weren't enough indicator, the lilt in her lips certainly is. "No shot you're suddenly modest now. Get in before I push you in." What had been careful sinks back into a familiar exchange as he steps back towards her, putting weight to his promise. She might be more flexible than him, but she wouldn't be able to reach all the gashes on her back. Short of jumping in with her, though he wasn't past doing so, he'd help her manage all the things she can't do alone.
Kaisel
I keep acting tough but maybe I'm not good enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
