[he can see it in her posture that she's slowly and silently accepting his words, however reluctantly. he doesn't smile, but his face softens. good, they're on the same page again here. they're both still going to worry, but maybe they won't get so grumpy about it anymore.]
[he lifts his hand away from her leg to brush his fingers across his face. the stubble is a little longer than he likes to keep it, but he hasn't shaved in a few days. it's a lot easier in the bathroom at home, and he only has one good hand now.]
It might have to wait. [he wiggles his fingers in the hand she's wrapping up. in a day or two it'll be okay.]
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[he lifts his hand away from her leg to brush his fingers across his face. the stubble is a little longer than he likes to keep it, but he hasn't shaved in a few days. it's a lot easier in the bathroom at home, and he only has one good hand now.]
It might have to wait. [he wiggles his fingers in the hand she's wrapping up. in a day or two it'll be okay.]