A broad smile, more genuine than usual, and a sheepish laugh. "Yeah, I'm all nasty now," he jokes, squinting as she swipes her thumb over him. A lightness rises in his chest.
She bids that they leave, and Gerry doesn't protest. It is as the lady commands. A hand extends to gesture to the door. "Back to yours, then?"
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Date: 2025-05-22 03:34 am (UTC)She bids that they leave, and Gerry doesn't protest. It is as the lady commands. A hand extends to gesture to the door. "Back to yours, then?"