( he smiles at her, ever fond, paul's small and shy smile that he reserves for moments like these — when he heart is full, and alina's being cute, and he has no idea what to do with all the emotion in his chest but flush happily about it. his fingers thread through her hair, a little dirty but still silky smooth, and he pushes it behind her ear, so he can stroke the bend of her jaw, thinking about kissing her everywhere.
a nod of assent then, drawing his hand down her shoulder, comfortingly. )
Yeah. I'll just change.
( the sweater, mostly saved from kettlewing's salty bouillon tears gets left on the foot of the bed in case alina gets the chills. it's shortly followed by his wet, gross shirt, which paul puts in its rightful place in the hamper. he fusses around a little, stealing a mug full of paint water from alina's painting area, dumping and filling it with fresh water, trimming the irises swiftly down to size before setting them inside in an artful display. all in all it takes less than a minute for him to slide into bed beside her, propped up a little higher on the pillows to pull her into his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, an arm down over her back. kettlewing is a hot compress almost smushed between them, but paul doesn't mind, sighing contentedly to his weird, porcelain birdy sounds. )
no subject
a nod of assent then, drawing his hand down her shoulder, comfortingly. )
Yeah. I'll just change.
( the sweater, mostly saved from kettlewing's salty bouillon tears gets left on the foot of the bed in case alina gets the chills. it's shortly followed by his wet, gross shirt, which paul puts in its rightful place in the hamper. he fusses around a little, stealing a mug full of paint water from alina's painting area, dumping and filling it with fresh water, trimming the irises swiftly down to size before setting them inside in an artful display. all in all it takes less than a minute for him to slide into bed beside her, propped up a little higher on the pillows to pull her into his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, an arm down over her back. kettlewing is a hot compress almost smushed between them, but paul doesn't mind, sighing contentedly to his weird, porcelain birdy sounds. )
Comfortable?