His violet eyes slowly opened. They were half lidded, drifting away from his fight or flight response.
“…i’m tired, piper,” he admitted. “but i’ll survive.”
he gazed at the redhead, analyzing her pleasant features.
“…how have things been for you?”
how sweet , she lets her fingers trace idly before leaning back , yellow hues flitting across his face as it starts to relax .
“ how have you been … ? “
she keeps her voice soft , low .