( maybe directions hadn't been part of it, but kimberly had never had much of a plan. she had just wanted out of angel grove, out of the judgmental stares and the mean girl bullshit. and then... everything changed, and she'd wound up tied to the town in a way she had never expected. being somewhere else felt a little bittersweet now.
she's not quite as adept at working with her left hand, so as much as kimberly wants to let her hand rest entwined with him, she sort of needs it if she's going to eat anything before it gets cold. the adjustment comes, at least, with an apologetic squeeze and a smile; it helps, too, that she's enthusiastically pleased about how good everything is, or that it doesn't take her very long to finish off her plate once she starts. ranger appetites, they're a dangerous thing.
they linger in companionable quiet for a few minutes, until the plates are cleared and the table settings set away for washing a bit later; when all is done, kimberly lingers by the countertop, the hint of expectations unfulfilled in her eyes as she watches him work. )
Thank you, by the way. ( it's unflinchingly sincere, in a way she doesn't often try to be. you can get hurt being honest, putting your heart on your sleeve, but there's something about baby that tells her she can trust him with it. ) I... honestly, I can't remember the last time somebody did something like this for me.
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( maybe directions hadn't been part of it, but kimberly had never had much of a plan. she had just wanted out of angel grove, out of the judgmental stares and the mean girl bullshit. and then... everything changed, and she'd wound up tied to the town in a way she had never expected. being somewhere else felt a little bittersweet now.
she's not quite as adept at working with her left hand, so as much as kimberly wants to let her hand rest entwined with him, she sort of needs it if she's going to eat anything before it gets cold. the adjustment comes, at least, with an apologetic squeeze and a smile; it helps, too, that she's enthusiastically pleased about how good everything is, or that it doesn't take her very long to finish off her plate once she starts. ranger appetites, they're a dangerous thing.
they linger in companionable quiet for a few minutes, until the plates are cleared and the table settings set away for washing a bit later; when all is done, kimberly lingers by the countertop, the hint of expectations unfulfilled in her eyes as she watches him work. )
Thank you, by the way. ( it's unflinchingly sincere, in a way she doesn't often try to be. you can get hurt being honest, putting your heart on your sleeve, but there's something about baby that tells her she can trust him with it. ) I... honestly, I can't remember the last time somebody did something like this for me.