Before he even really knows what he's doing, he's reaching up too, with the hand that had rubbed the cream into her skin. His fingers press into her skin, into the sore muscle there, as he replies.
He knows it's probably too much- really, he does. But he can't stop himself, not after what he just did.
"It has been," he agrees. "Things'll be clearer tomorrow, eh?"
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Date: 2016-05-08 05:13 pm (UTC)He knows it's probably too much- really, he does. But he can't stop himself, not after what he just did.
"It has been," he agrees. "Things'll be clearer tomorrow, eh?"