( it's such a cute and innocent reaction that he ends up finding himself... oddly captivated by it. perhaps, from the own tumultuous terms of his life, or the sheer fact he's inevitably partook in a relatively dark trade— it isn't often he meets people so honest. so straightforward. so ... pure in a sense. sure, there were exceptions, but even those were dwindling meek numbers. there was something about her, moreover, that seemed... different.

perhaps, akin to himself to a degree. or maybe, he just found himself connecting with oddities and anomalies far too well. still, this does spark a separate idea. the reverse of a long-standing pain to himself. ) ... of course, I just meant taking a nap side-by-side. I've been told it feels surprisingly good. Don't tell me you envisioned something else? ( he's kidding again, obviously.

or is it not that obvious? still. ) And I'm sure you will. ( seeing as how she was still wet, he takes a cloth from his pocket. he gently wrings moisture out of it, before he carefully pats it against her cheek. )