No, not to me. You want to know something? I really like you. I think you could call me anything, and I'd answer.
I did. And I do, still.
PS: I'm sure I can come up with something, if my penance is as rewarding as kneeling between your legs.
( he actually types and sends that right outside the door, but waits a few proprietary seconds before letting himself in. so alina can read it firstly, and then a few extra seconds so she doesn't think it strange he didn't just — say it in person. which he might've, if he thought about it.
regardless, he enters in the room, and it becomes apparent why coming back to her took so long — in one hand he has a wrapped bouquet of iris flowers, a tray tucked under his arm. the tray is technically for kettlewing, who is instead making paul look particularly pregnant, tucked into the wide pocket of his hoodie which was the only thing that stopped him crying. in any case, paul drops the flowers on her bedside table, along with his phone, reaching a hand out to push back her sweaty hair, bending to press a kiss on her forehead. )
Hi. ( sitting, he shuffles kettlewing out of his pocket, who looks about ready to start wailing again, before paul presses him carefully to alina's side. he's warm from a recent brew, it might help her cramps if her stomach's hurting. ) He's full of broth right now. No, um. No vegetables or anything.
( because that feels a little gross, but if he said that out loud, the tears would probably start up again. in any case. paul also pulls out a bag of gummy worms from the pocket, and tossing them beside her on the bed. he keeps one hand on her head, thumbing her temple, idly checking her temperature. )
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You want to know something? I really like you. I think you could call me anything, and I'd answer.
I did. And I do, still.
PS: I'm sure I can come up with something, if my penance is as rewarding as kneeling between your legs.
( he actually types and sends that right outside the door, but waits a few proprietary seconds before letting himself in. so alina can read it firstly, and then a few extra seconds so she doesn't think it strange he didn't just — say it in person. which he might've, if he thought about it.
regardless, he enters in the room, and it becomes apparent why coming back to her took so long — in one hand he has a wrapped bouquet of iris flowers, a tray tucked under his arm. the tray is technically for kettlewing, who is instead making paul look particularly pregnant, tucked into the wide pocket of his hoodie which was the only thing that stopped him crying. in any case, paul drops the flowers on her bedside table, along with his phone, reaching a hand out to push back her sweaty hair, bending to press a kiss on her forehead. )
Hi. ( sitting, he shuffles kettlewing out of his pocket, who looks about ready to start wailing again, before paul presses him carefully to alina's side. he's warm from a recent brew, it might help her cramps if her stomach's hurting. ) He's full of broth right now. No, um. No vegetables or anything.
( because that feels a little gross, but if he said that out loud, the tears would probably start up again. in any case. paul also pulls out a bag of gummy worms from the pocket, and tossing them beside her on the bed. he keeps one hand on her head, thumbing her temple, idly checking her temperature. )
How are you feeling? Any better?