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— he likes to see her smile. how easy it is for her. how earnest it is. she makes him feel important for doing the smallest of things. and it makes the hassle and potential fire worth it in his opinion for those brief moments she buries herself in the blanket. he’s in the kitchen for a moment pulling down mugs from the cupboard. he puts the kettle on, tea for them both if she wants it. only because it’ll keep her warm and with the only blanket he owns in her possession he doesn’t want to take it back from her. he ignores her protest as more fries go into his mouth. he could consume the entire bag if left to his own devices but he sneaks two or three more and rolls the top of the bag down stuffing it beneath his arm.
“what if i don’t want to?” his tone is teasing. his smile even more so. “i can hold this bag above my head and you’d never even get close to getting it down.” he uses his height to his advantage. the bag goes up and he wonders if she’ll attempt to make a grab for it. he could only tease for so long. and a pout would win him over instantly. he wonders if she knows that. or if she only pouts because she’s truly upset with him. the latter notion makes him frown. he lowers the bag, going to set it on the end of the couch.
“well–” his gaze flickers toward the television. the sigh he releases is world weary, but he’s anything if not accomodating. he turns his gaze to her once more. “we can keep watching if you like. perhaps you can explain to me what’s going on and i really will be a fan?” he doubts it though. not having the attention span nor the interest but it’s late. he really only cares for the company.
after the hug they are both red in the face. he worries that he hurt her, but the tips of his ears are flushed with a blush. the blanket keeps her warm and absorbs her smell and he wonders why he’ll drape it over his legs later and cherish just how much it reminds him of her. he can feel his stomach bottoming out. a tangle of nerves and assumptions and wonder. he thinks it’s because it’s late and they’re both tired. his emotions are jumbled they always seem to drift that way when he finds that he can’t sleep.
“i hope you aren’t just saying that.” he climbs onto the couch next to her and sets the remote gently into her lap. “your choice.” his legs stretch out in front of him too long to squash himself up on the couch. but he’s gazing at her out the corner of his eye. and then the kettle sounds. “do you want a cup of tea?”
the moment he held the bag up in the air, eloise narrowed her eyes in a challenging manner. “well, you don’t have a choice!” she teased. how dare he use his height against her. they both knew how short she was ( but in all honesty, she wasn’t that short ).okay. she can do this. she can totally just hop up and grab the bag. she jumped up and tried to grab the bag, pouting that it was no use. she gave up after one jump. the moment he lowers the bag, her eyes lit up in happiness.
“really!” she exclaimed happily before coughing into her fist. “i- uh mean..really?” she tries to keep calm, keep quiet and not show an extremely obnoxious side of her to him. “i mean we totally don’t have to. you know like, no big deal.” she can just cry alone over her drama like every other girl, so it’s all good.
she noticed his flushed cheeks, a small spark in her hoping that it would be the same reason she was red, but it was much better to play it safe. it didn’t help that every time they hugged or just any time he smiled at her, she could feel herself melting. she was weak for him and he didn’t even know it. she was wrapped around his fingers, a puppet happily entertaining an audience. she ignores it, like everything else in life. everything troublesome thrown her way and she continues on her merry way.
“i’m not!” she softly hit his arm. “my choice? i mean- we can just..watch the drama or not. like i said, we don’t have to.” in all honesty she just wanted to be near him. she didn’t even care if she couldn’t watch her drama. what she wanted the most was to just have his arms wrapped around her and be peppered with kisses, but not everyone got what they wanted. “oh- uh yes please.”
