[ he doesn't consider how she may prepare herself to tell it, but he isn't thinking ahead, lingering in each moment as he finally begins to ground himself, possibly even sobering up a bit now that he's been able to clear up his head just from the simmering silence. it's only with the light squeeze at his cheek and marta's withdrawl that he even lifts his head up watching her carefully.
his eyes follow her hand as she pats at her thigh, lifting his gaze to catch her raised brow before raising his own almost in question. the stare lingers like a silent really? even if there's been enough gestures tonight to address their mutual comfort with particular closeness.
when he finally exhales a breath, it's with a brief sounding chuckle in it, sitting on the invitation for just a moment longer before he snags the bottle from his lap and leans over to set it on the closest table. carefully kicking off his boots to leave them on the floor, he then lifts up his legs onto the bed, leaning himself over to bring his head against her lap, eyes peering up with a silent good? in his eyes. ]
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his eyes follow her hand as she pats at her thigh, lifting his gaze to catch her raised brow before raising his own almost in question. the stare lingers like a silent really? even if there's been enough gestures tonight to address their mutual comfort with particular closeness.
when he finally exhales a breath, it's with a brief sounding chuckle in it, sitting on the invitation for just a moment longer before he snags the bottle from his lap and leans over to set it on the closest table. carefully kicking off his boots to leave them on the floor, he then lifts up his legs onto the bed, leaning himself over to bring his head against her lap, eyes peering up with a silent good? in his eyes. ]