[In the time that he's gone, she strips out of the hoodie and everything else, and is just left in the t-shirt he's given her. She finds it amusing that she's wearing his old boxers, and makes a mental note that they need to go shopping sooner rather than later to get her some things. But there's not an underlying urgency to it. In fact, when she clutches his hoodie close to her chest and dips her head down to sniff at it, the smell of him is so overwhelmingly comforting that she almost wants to roll all over it so his scent is on her too.
It's such a primal and almost animalistic thought that shame floods her, and she carefully tucks the hoodie away on a nearby chair so she won't be tempted further. She keeps glancing over at it though, and finding that she's anxious because he's not right there with her. Hearing the water running, she figures he's cleaning up. He doesn't keep her waiting for long though, and soon he's joining her in bed.]
I'm feeling better, yeah. [Which is the honest truth, and she snuggles in close to rest her head on his chest. Her ear is pressed against his heart, and the sound of his heart steadily beating comforts her further.]
Are you sure you don't think I'm weird or gross or anything?
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It's such a primal and almost animalistic thought that shame floods her, and she carefully tucks the hoodie away on a nearby chair so she won't be tempted further. She keeps glancing over at it though, and finding that she's anxious because he's not right there with her. Hearing the water running, she figures he's cleaning up. He doesn't keep her waiting for long though, and soon he's joining her in bed.]
I'm feeling better, yeah. [Which is the honest truth, and she snuggles in close to rest her head on his chest. Her ear is pressed against his heart, and the sound of his heart steadily beating comforts her further.]
Are you sure you don't think I'm weird or gross or anything?