Even though she's in whatever the hell this mood is, his smile, his promise she's always welcome (and that she'll never find him with anyone else) makes her chill out a little. She lifts her gloved hand to straighten his shirt and shrugs softly.
"It's late. I didn't want to barge in." Since when? She pats down his chest and steps into his arms instead of just through the door. "Hi."
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Date: 2011-12-18 12:00 am (UTC)"It's late. I didn't want to barge in." Since when? She pats down his chest and steps into his arms instead of just through the door. "Hi."