The sharp gasp draws her hand to rest on his arm, a gentle pressure to bring him back to the present. The names of his other women make her look away, but she doesn't move her hand. Eventually her gaze returns, the fine lines around her eyes deepening with concern.
She takes a lazy puff, watching him struggle. The tension in his face reminds her of when he was coming back from a week spent as a tree. She can't do anything but be here for him.
"Definitely something to do with the bar then," she muses. "Well, I need to take that dress back, see if she can get it clean. Maybe after breakfast, I'll go back and check with her, see what the fuck is up." There's a protective edge in her voice.
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Date: 2010-02-15 07:42 pm (UTC)She takes a lazy puff, watching him struggle. The tension in his face reminds her of when he was coming back from a week spent as a tree. She can't do anything but be here for him.
"Definitely something to do with the bar then," she muses. "Well, I need to take that dress back, see if she can get it clean. Maybe after breakfast, I'll go back and check with her, see what the fuck is up." There's a protective edge in her voice.