wasn't really her point but he's not wrong. There's really nothing to do except listen to the quiet ping and beep of machines, the muffed whoosh of the equipment that's breathing for Alex, and if she listens to that for too long she starts to convince herself that he'll never be able to go without it, or that she's back in her room in Alchemilla hospital. His voice will be a welcome relief, even if he's just bitching at her about the state of the Gardens.
She leans up into the kiss, reaches up to cup his jaw as she does. The gesture's on of gratitude rather than heat or need, reflected in the softness of the touch.]
Thanks.
[And a little grateful ear-scritch for Lodewijk, too. Thanks for coming, little guy.]
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wasn't really her point but he's not wrong. There's really nothing to do except listen to the quiet ping and beep of machines, the muffed whoosh of the equipment that's breathing for Alex, and if she listens to that for too long she starts to convince herself that he'll never be able to go without it, or that she's back in her room in Alchemilla hospital. His voice will be a welcome relief, even if he's just bitching at her about the state of the Gardens.
She leans up into the kiss, reaches up to cup his jaw as she does. The gesture's on of gratitude rather than heat or need, reflected in the softness of the touch.]
Thanks.
[And a little grateful ear-scritch for Lodewijk, too. Thanks for coming, little guy.]