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There’s a nod that follows, satisfied, but her attention lingers on him, a little longer than usual before she chooses to move back to where she was, purposefully placing distance between them. She returns to their conversation earlier, details onto the event, just who they are trying to attract the attention of, along with a ‘little’ background info as to how do to so. It’s routine: something mundane enough for them to fall back into old habits yet engaging enough to keep their minds occupied with something other than earlier.
She waits, idly inspecting her gloves until he’s finished changing, recalling the amount of paperwork and other meetings that await them. As much as there (always) needs to be taken care for, there’s more than enough time to sit and wait until the event. It isn’t as though he will take long, not if she’s already finished.
-He can feel her gaze still there, like a prickling of hairs on the back of his neck, and he finds himself a little more hesitant to continue. This is uncharted territory between them, as innocent and inconsequential as it is. They aren’t particularly known for being open, though their arrangement makes it easier on them both to be slightly less guarded with one another. Still, it’s a trait that doesn’t come naturally to either of them and he can’t help but pause and consider a little more closely than usual.
-The distance that grows when she moves away is almost palpable, like the pull of the waves as they recede while you fight to maintain your ground. But it’s comfortable and he moves more easily now. Deft fingers draw the open shirt lapels together and button them closed around his torso before smoothing the material against his chest. He paused, eyes flickering briefly to his partner, when he rested his hands on the hips of his slacks. When his gaze was once more fixed on some infinitesimal point on the bedroom wall, he gingerly wraps the waist of them around the excess of his shirt, clasps the opening of his slacks together, zips the zipper, and fastens his belt.
-Again he pauses, this time to consider something, before stepping across the room to stand beside her. He extends his empty hand toward her to help her back onto her feet and offers her selection of tie out to her with the other.-
Help me with this, won’t you?
