[ Seeing him like that when she emerges - properly dressed, now, be-flanneled and carrying a bag with some more shirts, jeans, underthings, etc etc - is enough to give her momentary pause. She kind of wants to ruffle his hair, or put a hand on his shoulder.
But that's treating him like a kid. And she remembers being that age, and really hating it when people did that to her. So she just sighs and joins him, ducking her head just a little to get a look at his face. ]
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But that's treating him like a kid. And she remembers being that age, and really hating it when people did that to her. So she just sighs and joins him, ducking her head just a little to get a look at his face. ]
... hey. Pizza?