And that gets the first genuine grin since - well, since long before this all happened, actually. Not the sight of the biscuits, so much as her thought for ordering them.
'Go on, then.'
There's no situation where Garibaldi's aren't appropriate.
He stands with the intention of going to the sofa. But on a whim, he steps over to her instead.
Maybe it's not a whim. Maybe it's, partly, taking control back. When he puts his hand on her hip, leans in and kisses her - briefly, and not as soft as before - he's reminded of that first day in the equipment room. When she touched him, so he touched her back. She's kissed him a couple of times now, and he's not going to just stand around and be the dithering boy who can't handle it. Maybe it comes, a bit, from anger. He can still hear her words before he went into the bathroom.
Still. He straightens, steps back and looks at his feet. Then catches her eye with a hint of a lip curled upwards, takes a biscuit off the top, and moves away.
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'Go on, then.'
There's no situation where Garibaldi's aren't appropriate.
He stands with the intention of going to the sofa. But on a whim, he steps over to her instead.
Maybe it's not a whim. Maybe it's, partly, taking control back. When he puts his hand on her hip, leans in and kisses her - briefly, and not as soft as before - he's reminded of that first day in the equipment room. When she touched him, so he touched her back. She's kissed him a couple of times now, and he's not going to just stand around and be the dithering boy who can't handle it. Maybe it comes, a bit, from anger. He can still hear her words before he went into the bathroom.
Still. He straightens, steps back and looks at his feet. Then catches her eye with a hint of a lip curled upwards, takes a biscuit off the top, and moves away.
'Ta.'