[What he wants to do is throw himself off the couch and kiss her and take her for a ride and pull her close and take her for a ride and gripe at her for fucking up the word Sinterklaas just because it's cute and if he bitches about it maybe she'll say it again and punch him in the shoulder and maybe exaggerate her accent to make it sound worse.
What he does.
Is.]
Heather.
[Because that's all he can think to say. He can't decide if it's chastising for spoiling him like this, or wanting because fuck he wants it and her all at once, or - what. As it is he leans way back, into cushions, and pinches the bridge of his nose as he screws his eyes shut and takes a breath. Two. If he moves he's going to grab them both and never let go, and his other arm comes to tighten across him, just hugging himself or holding himself back from it.]
no like gross
What he does.
Is.]
Heather.
[Because that's all he can think to say. He can't decide if it's chastising for spoiling him like this, or wanting because fuck he wants it and her all at once, or - what. As it is he leans way back, into cushions, and pinches the bridge of his nose as he screws his eyes shut and takes a breath. Two. If he moves he's going to grab them both and never let go, and his other arm comes to tighten across him, just hugging himself or holding himself back from it.]