You're perfect. [ just.. generally, but also in the way he's talking to her, because his nervousness makes her more confident, in a weird way, wanting to be sure enough in this to pace him through it. she's not worried, at all, just excited, and as much as she'd rather not break contact so soon, she slips off of his lap to stand next to the bed, waiting just a second before pushing her jumpsuit over her hips, ducking down so she can step out of it before standing up straight again. she takes a breath and grins, reaches he hands out for him ] C'mere.
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