[ He can't help but grin at her response to the words written on him, momentarily distracting him from the scarf and what it obviously hides. He strolls over to her, extra shirt in hand, and presses a quick kiss to the top of her hand as he holds the shirt out for Trish to take. ]
You really know what to say to make a guy feel better, don't you? [ A chuckle. ] They don't really bother me that much. Back when I was young a stupid? Yeah, definitely. Not so much now. Here.
[ It's then he steps back, taking a seat at the small table he's made into something of a workbench; Ebony and Ivory laid on the dark wood in pieces. Once seated he starts the process of resembling his girls, sparing a pointed look at Trish's direction. ]
Keep it on if you want, I'm not going to force you, but don't feed me some lame excuse about not wanting the sniffles. We both know that isn't the truth.
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You really know what to say to make a guy feel better, don't you? [ A chuckle. ] They don't really bother me that much. Back when I was young a stupid? Yeah, definitely. Not so much now. Here.
[ It's then he steps back, taking a seat at the small table he's made into something of a workbench; Ebony and Ivory laid on the dark wood in pieces. Once seated he starts the process of resembling his girls, sparing a pointed look at Trish's direction. ]
Keep it on if you want, I'm not going to force you, but don't feed me some lame excuse about not wanting the sniffles. We both know that isn't the truth.