[She falls into step with him, letting him take the lead while she eyes the plate he's set up for her with a less than stellar poker face, her slight exhaustion manifesting itself into evident hunger. Good news is that she appears pleased with his decisions, and that's always a win for Remy.
Her eyebrow ticks upwards as she takes a seat, letting her knee brush his before settling comfortably close, but not io>too close.]
We all hate admittin' you're right Remy. [She teases with a reassuring squeeze, but a more serious note settles in her eyes.] What's the somethin'?
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Her eyebrow ticks upwards as she takes a seat, letting her knee brush his before settling comfortably close, but not io>too close.]
We all hate admittin' you're right Remy. [She teases with a reassuring squeeze, but a more serious note settles in her eyes.] What's the somethin'?