ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

The only thing he can focus on is this task, as usual his attention drawn to a laserlike focus. Once done, he too wipes off his palms and steps aside to examine their progress. "Good idea," he agrees easily, though when he looks up his throat immediately goes dry. She has no right being so gorgeous, but he gets himself in check long enough to reach by her and grab either side of the curtains, pulling them snugly across the window. When he draws back again he finds himself once more in her orbit, simultaneously comforted and excited by the proximity.