i do. it suits you.
( turning his face into her neck. )
... what's it called when people are known for a certain thing? a signature scent? i think this should be yours.
robbie... that is so sad.
[ finding one particularly tense knot near the base of his neck, practically feeling it 'pop' beneath her fingers. ]
i hope you have a bed, now...?
i used to sleep in a lawn chair. that probably has... something to do with it.
( arms loosely wrapping around her. more relaxed than he's been in years. )
i'm sure everyone would understand.
[ huffing a laugh, free hand cupping the back of his neck as she continues, fingers nestling into his shoulderblades to relieve the tension. ]
robbie, darling, you're as stiff as a board.