and I loved you so much it was making me sick
His sudden formality is a refreshing injection of humour into an evening that was far too solemn and sad, and Vai leans into it, smiling against his lips and rising to her feet so that she can be shown around the kitchen anew. Gasping softly, as if truly seeing it for the first time, she leans against Zeph and nods along, like it’s the most interesting part of the house (it isn’t - and quite frankly the most interesting part is doing the talking, so it doesn’t matter where they go).
”Very chic. Almost minimalist, you might say,” she gushes, dutifully playing her part - not that she has one single fucking clue what chic and minimalist are meant to indicate - and trying to sneak a peek down the back of his towel while she’s at it.
”Very chic. Almost minimalist, you might say,” she gushes, dutifully playing her part - not that she has one single fucking clue what chic and minimalist are meant to indicate - and trying to sneak a peek down the back of his towel while she’s at it.
