( Clarice can read enough of his body language to not get ahead of herself when he starts unbuttoning his shirt. Her puzzlement is clear, but he's not meeting her eyes so she keeps silent. He looks a little lost, a little unsure, and her hands flex helplessly at her side even when she wants to reach out and touch.
She has no qualms about it when he turns though, sucking in a startled breath, her hands finding his back before pulling away sharply in case she hurts him. He might be invincible, but still. It's not a sight she's ever seen before. It's hard to process. And she's still trying to deal with the fact he shielded her in the first place. )
Jesus.
( He's an idiot. She's an idiot for letting him be an idiot. Her hand closes around his wrist and tugs, until he's turning. )
Okay, okay, I can fix this. But it's really weird if you stand there like that. (Looking like that. ) Lie down, okay?
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She has no qualms about it when he turns though, sucking in a startled breath, her hands finding his back before pulling away sharply in case she hurts him. He might be invincible, but still. It's not a sight she's ever seen before. It's hard to process. And she's still trying to deal with the fact he shielded her in the first place. )
Jesus.
( He's an idiot. She's an idiot for letting him be an idiot. Her hand closes around his wrist and tugs, until he's turning. )
Okay, okay, I can fix this. But it's really weird if you stand there like that. ( Looking like that. ) Lie down, okay?