Hawke heaved the most put-upon sigh she could muster, mock-disappointed. It was only ruined a little by the amusement in her eyes. And the fondness. “I suppose that will have to do for now.”
She sprawls easily in the chair he kicked out for her beside him, her shoulder brushing his. She should probably move it, scoot to an appropriately friends-distance, but she didn’t. Instead she reached out for the tankard he offered.
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Date: 2017-11-24 06:48 pm (UTC)She sprawls easily in the chair he kicked out for her beside him, her shoulder brushing his. She should probably move it, scoot to an appropriately friends-distance, but she didn’t. Instead she reached out for the tankard he offered.