[He's silent as he watches her...have a war with herself or something, slightly tilting his head as she goes on and then...that. He's curious, what exactly she's getting at, and he wonders idly if his gutterbound theories are even remotely right.
With how flustered she is, he'd assume yes, but maybe that's just his state of undress. Casually, he runs a hand through his damp and messy hair, smoothing it back out of his face (useless, considering the moment he removes his hand, it flops back into his face) as he eyes her.]
I ain't tired, so go on. I'm sure we've both been through worse than whatever it is you're tryin' to say to me.
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With how flustered she is, he'd assume yes, but maybe that's just his state of undress. Casually, he runs a hand through his damp and messy hair, smoothing it back out of his face (useless, considering the moment he removes his hand, it flops back into his face) as he eyes her.]
I ain't tired, so go on. I'm sure we've both been through worse than whatever it is you're tryin' to say to me.