thedispatch | Forgiven

Don't expect me to cook for you every night.

[ Of course she's already finished with her own meal and snuggling up to him again. With a huff, William finally gets to work on that crispy muffin top. ]

And I'm certainly not teaching you anything either.

That's quite alright~♥

[ With a swig of her juice, she settles her cheek against the side of his shoulder with a most content hum. ]

Really, I'm fortunate enough just to have you back with me. That you should care for me at all leaves me over the moon~

As long as you appreciate it, and respect it, then I don't mind doing so.

[ Why did they never come to terms on these things before? He's quiet for a bit before giving a contemplating hum. ]

This whole thing... it is really rather depressing once you think on it.

Of course I do, Will.

[ As though to prove it, she scoops an arm around his to give a fond squeeze! Or, perhaps it's just her being selfish again-- but she really can't help it, wanting to give him affection, especially now. But if he truly dislikes it, perhaps she should really stop...

And so, she slowly pulls herself away to sit upright, gathering some of the blanket against her chest, instead. ]

...Mm? [ Her gaze turns to him curiously. ] I mean, I suppose so. But what makes you say as much?

Just thinking on a lot of things since being forgiven. Without all the responsibility to occupy my mind, it's near unavoidable.

[ He's not sure if that's good or bad, really. ]

Well, come on, then!

[ Wiggling her shoulders back into the pillows, she looks at him expectantly. ]

Let's hear it. It's the least I could do.

For example, take all the things we had to go through just to meet one another. And then again, the past century and the difficulties of the last month just to finally reach some sort of understanding between us. It's bittersweet, I suppose.

[ Grell quietly hears him out, with a twinge of her upturned brow. She smiles rather gently, considering her typical demeanor. ]

It certainly wasn't easy, but-- none of that matters to me, now.

[ Rather than take his hand, she offers her own. ]

Realistically, I'd do it again. As many times as it would take to have you.

[ And her chest rises and falls with a sigh, color touching her cheeks. ]

I love you. You know that, right?

[ He looks down to where her hand rests against his thigh, palm turned up in hopes of clasping his own. ]

I believe it now.

[ His hand meets hers where it holds firmly. ]

[ Grell bites at her lip, a smile flickering across her lips before it disappears. ]

While I don't quite understand why you wouldn't believe me, I suppose I can't blame you. Everyone else thinks me to be incomprehensibly mad.

More that you were just being overly dramatic, as always. I assumed you were blind in thinking you loved me.

[ He picks at the remainder of his muffin with his free hand. ]

Blind?

[ Grell tilts her head, clearly more confused by this. ]

If anything, you're the only one who can make me see more clearly.

I realize that now.

[ Finishing up, he sets the wrapper off to the side. ]

[ With a content hum, she gives his hand a squeeze. ]

Well, I'm glad for that.

[ Grell fidgets with her juice bottle a bit before she sets to guzzling it. It would be nice to hear some reassurance that he cares for her in the same way, rather than having returned under some sense of guilt-- but she knows quite well that he isn't one to push. She doesn't want to lose the progress they've made-- so, she bites her tongue! ]

Good.

[ He continues to hold her hand, subconsciously squeezing back. ]

Did you want to sleep more or are you too awake now that we've eaten?

[ Okay, so that brings back a hint of a smile! ]

Mn, I could go either way, really. [ She leans over to rest her shoulder against his once more, turning her chin to press against her own, so that she might bat her lashes up at him! ] If you have anything in mind.

Nothing aside from grocery shopping, but that will have to wait until morning.

[ The batting of her lashes doesn't seem to have any effect on him. Unless you count that he's still holding tight to her hand. ]

[ Breathing a chuckle, Grell shakes her head. ]

Well then... Cuddling it is! [ A beat, as her gaze drifts. ] If you're still up to it, anyway.

I am alright with it.

[ And he lets go of her hand, readjusting the pillows again before settling down, on his side, this time. ]

[ Grell excitedly disposes of her bottle at the bedside table, so that she may flop back onto the bed-- an action she quickly regrets, biting back a groan.

But she perseveres, wiggling up beside William. For a moment, she hesitates, uncertain of whether she should face him, or spoon with him! She hums, opting to face him for now, tucking a hand under the pillow, and drape the other across his middle. ]

Mm♥

Be careful or you'll take too long to heal.

[ Only William would scold you while also pulling you into his arms. Which is what he's doing, right now. Arm around her middle, as well, he pulls her close enough that if they moved just slightly closer, their lips would meet. ]

[ Grell flushes happily, lashes lowering as she brushes the tips of their noses together in an eskimo kiss, chuckling. ]

Yes, sir~♥

[ William can't help but scrunch up his nose and pull his face back slightly. That's probably the first eskimo kiss he's gotten. ]

[ Again, Grell finds herself laughing! ]

What, you don't like eskimo kisses?

[ Resting her cheek against the pillow, she's content to just gaze at him fondly. ]

What of butterfly kisses, then?

What does our noses touching have to do with eskimos? Or butterflies?

[ He'll momentarily remove his arm from around her waist, just to rub at his nose. ]

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