[He helps shelve or tuck away the pots when she's done with them; between them, the work is silent, efficient. He can see her eyes linger on the little bag, but doesn't comment, instead doing his best to focus on not toppling over a pile of pots and making a huge clattering noise.
Eventually, they finish, and he's left dumbfounded when her hand finds his, warm and moist from washing, and she leads him away. He couldn't deny her if he wanted to.
(He makes a point of swiping the 'gear from the Pikachu before they go upstairs. No more trust from him.)
Every step is a small agony and a tiny miracle. He keeps glancing at her, demure but attempting casual, half-expecting her to just whip around and tell him it's a joke, it's all a joke. Things this good don't happen in reality, do they?]
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Date: 2012-02-22 03:06 pm (UTC)Eventually, they finish, and he's left dumbfounded when her hand finds his, warm and moist from washing, and she leads him away. He couldn't deny her if he wanted to.
(He makes a point of swiping the 'gear from the Pikachu before they go upstairs. No more trust from him.)
Every step is a small agony and a tiny miracle. He keeps glancing at her, demure but attempting casual, half-expecting her to just whip around and tell him it's a joke, it's all a joke. Things this good don't happen in reality, do they?]