[ In another life, this is where Adolf Reinhardt might have laughed along, mouth uncovered and hair swept away from his eyes. In the here and now, Adolf's only reaction is to look down at the shorter figure curled up with her face buried in his sweater, to watch her thin shoulders shake and her breath warm the fabric of his shirt.
If his lips have curved upwards under his scarf, he wouldn't know, himself— he's occupied by Oona, her love of fish puns, and the gentle reality that there are things that can make her laugh until she cries.
Just for that, he'd like to give Sparky here a word of gratitude. ]
...It's watching you.
[ He finally says, after letting some of her giggles subside into quiet hiccups. The arm that's free from Oona's grip moves to wipe a bit of moisture off of the corner of her eye, making sure not to smudge her eyeliner. ]
You're probably the best reaction it's gotten all day.
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If his lips have curved upwards under his scarf, he wouldn't know, himself— he's occupied by Oona, her love of fish puns, and the gentle reality that there are things that can make her laugh until she cries.
Just for that, he'd like to give Sparky here a word of gratitude. ]
...It's watching you.
[ He finally says, after letting some of her giggles subside into quiet hiccups. The arm that's free from Oona's grip moves to wipe a bit of moisture off of the corner of her eye, making sure not to smudge her eyeliner. ]
You're probably the best reaction it's gotten all day.