[He gives her this blank, dead-inside stare as she rattles off dry cures he's not used to ever seeing just lying around to throw into a sandwich. He can do condiments and tomato though. Even if it's a little suspicious that there's just the one tomato sitting on the fridge shelf, like it was rejected for a good reason.]
Would it make you feel better if I did? [It's the first time maybe that she gets to see just the slightest twitch of a smile when he lifts his gaze to meet hers before he lowers his head to refocus on the sandwich. Yeah he can make one for himself, depending on what's left over. Otherwise he'll just hang around the kitchen and make her uncomfortable watching her eat.
He's very cautious washing the tomato and rotating it on the chopping board, slicing it thinly like it's expecting to be booby-trapped. His shoulders visibly tense up as he cuts the first two slices before relaxing the rest of the way.]
Might just have a cold beer. Did you want one? [The fridge was not devoid of pleasant surprises, after all.]
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Would it make you feel better if I did? [It's the first time maybe that she gets to see just the slightest twitch of a smile when he lifts his gaze to meet hers before he lowers his head to refocus on the sandwich. Yeah he can make one for himself, depending on what's left over. Otherwise he'll just hang around the kitchen and make her uncomfortable watching her eat.
He's very cautious washing the tomato and rotating it on the chopping board, slicing it thinly like it's expecting to be booby-trapped. His shoulders visibly tense up as he cuts the first two slices before relaxing the rest of the way.]
Might just have a cold beer. Did you want one? [The fridge was not devoid of pleasant surprises, after all.]