Date: 2015-12-02 09:00 pm (UTC)
letmetakeaselfie: pearly like the whites of your eyes (✲ 010)
He can't help the faint smile that springs to his lips at the sight of her. Even if usually anyone in and around his stuff wouldn't inspire any of the sort of fondness he's feeling now. "Water," he says in indication, holding up one bottle for her inspection across the room before placing it on her side of the bed. Oh boy. He peels off the cap from his and takes a long, appreciative drink before making his way to his dresser to find some pajamas of his own. It feels late though it's only about midnight or so.

Without any true ceremony, he pulls his own Burberry plaid pants over his lower half under his robe, stripping it off as he goes back in for a shirt. He should find something more opaque than his usual wife beater so the arc reactor doesn't bother her, he thinks, finding a thick black ribbed tank top at the bottom of the drawer. "Hi," he greets properly as he brushes by her to take up the other sink, beginning to brush his teeth like she'd always been there.
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