[Her mouth forms a well practiced tight line as she watches him deal with the rag. Eyes glance down at it, then back up at him. There's a lot of intense staring as she tries to figure out what to do, what she wants to say. She could slap him, yell at him. There's a lot of things she can do here, when it's obvious that he knows he's fucked up.
What she chooses to do is lean in and kiss him, slow and gentle.]
Good.
[She says it as soon as their lips part, and she rests her forehead against his.]
But you realize you're going to have to explain it to me, right?
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What she chooses to do is lean in and kiss him, slow and gentle.]
Good.
[She says it as soon as their lips part, and she rests her forehead against his.]
But you realize you're going to have to explain it to me, right?