[the thought and wince manage to get her to laugh actually.... yeah. yeah! sometimes that is exactly why you try to stop things from getting complicated but -
sometimes it happens anyway, despite all attempts.]
[there is just a brief, slightly tired we can't keep doing this before she smiles. they cannot keep falling into this cycle with each other - even if it's almost funny how easy it is for them to.]
I hope you'll continue to say that.
[a beat]
I'm feeling a little hungry. Do you want to make snacks with me? I've been trying out some Italian recipes lately.
[ that thought just gets projected back is a ??? because he has absolutely no idea what that means. doing what, hanging out? they just met? (it does stir something in the back of his head - something not quite anxious, but like something pacing.) heās not sure why he wouldnāt continue to say so.
...he ignores it for now, though, and offers her a smile. ] Oh, sure! I can cook an Italian dish or two. [ it immediately conjures the image of a plate of pescatore he made - though, he couldnāt tell you why. later, maybe, heāll remember itās saburoās favorite. ] Long as you can handle the mincing. [ as he wiggles his still pretty fucked up fingers. no motion for you. ]
[she automatically reaching out for his fingers with her own - though it's mostly just so she can get a good look at them and how they're healing. there's a huff.]
You're impossible... Of course I'll handle the mincing - you need to be careful.
[but she'll pull her hand away quickly after, nodding as she moves to her feet]
I was trying my hand at semifreddo and cannoli... ["they both really like Italian flavors" echoes in her head briefly - ] So let's make dinner and dessert?
[ well, he doesn't mind. he lets her take his hand if she wants! it seems his range of motion is still well and truly fucked on his right side. sometimes bad things happen when you almost lose your arm. ]
I am, I am. Learning how to do things with my left hand and everything. [ its been a little weird, but he's better at it than expected, at least? and the pain isn't really bothering him as much anymore. he'd rather not use a heal on himself, especially with people coming back mauled every week.
the thought - he's not sure who they both are, but he returns the smile and starts to get up, too, pushing himself up to his feet and brushing himself off. ] Dinner and dessert. Sounds like a plan.
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sometimes it happens anyway, despite all attempts.]
... it means more than you think.
Hearing it from you makes me very happy.
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...'m glad, then. [ flustered. ] I'm rooting for you, okay?
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I hope you'll continue to say that.
[a beat]
I'm feeling a little hungry. Do you want to make snacks with me? I've been trying out some Italian recipes lately.
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...he ignores it for now, though, and offers her a smile. ] Oh, sure! I can cook an Italian dish or two. [ it immediately conjures the image of a plate of pescatore he made - though, he couldnāt tell you why. later, maybe, heāll remember itās saburoās favorite. ] Long as you can handle the mincing. [ as he wiggles his still pretty fucked up fingers. no motion for you. ]
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You're impossible... Of course I'll handle the mincing - you need to be careful.
[but she'll pull her hand away quickly after, nodding as she moves to her feet]
I was trying my hand at semifreddo and cannoli... ["they both really like Italian flavors" echoes in her head briefly - ] So let's make dinner and dessert?
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I am, I am. Learning how to do things with my left hand and everything. [ its been a little weird, but he's better at it than expected, at least? and the pain isn't really bothering him as much anymore. he'd rather not use a heal on himself, especially with people coming back mauled every week.
the thought - he's not sure who they both are, but he returns the smile and starts to get up, too, pushing himself up to his feet and brushing himself off. ] Dinner and dessert. Sounds like a plan.