"What? Oh... here." He hands it over after a brief mental hiccup, smiling awkwardly. "Do you want. Coffee? Or water, or. Anything." He's doing that sinking into her eyes thing again, their shoulders bumping as he leans over to wash his own hands and steal the towel back when she's done.
"Not that you can't-- get it yourself. You can." He inclines his head, his smile growing by a fraction.
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Date: 2015-11-25 11:15 pm (UTC)"Not that you can't-- get it yourself. You can." He inclines his head, his smile growing by a fraction.