[ He gives Kimberly his best smile, squeezing her fingers back in kind; a soft little gesture, but still heartfelt as ever.
And then she's running off, and Baby gives her a salute, looking down at himself - before opting to get properly dressed as well, climbing up the stairs to his room himself, and putting on a pair of jeans instead of the sweatpants he'd been lounging in after showering earlier.
Ten minutes later, he's downstairs again, by the door, iPod on and keys in his pocket, Van Morrison singing to him about Tupelo Honey as he waits for Kimberly, not actually expecting her to be ready that quickly. ]
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[ He gives Kimberly his best smile, squeezing her fingers back in kind; a soft little gesture, but still heartfelt as ever.
And then she's running off, and Baby gives her a salute, looking down at himself - before opting to get properly dressed as well, climbing up the stairs to his room himself, and putting on a pair of jeans instead of the sweatpants he'd been lounging in after showering earlier.
Ten minutes later, he's downstairs again, by the door, iPod on and keys in his pocket, Van Morrison singing to him about Tupelo Honey as he waits for Kimberly, not actually expecting her to be ready that quickly. ]