He's either drunk or close to tears. Or both. Judging from the redness on his face and around his eyes.
"Leonard," she says, approaching him. What she's going to do or say when she gets there, she's unsure, but she reaches him a moment later and has to decide.
Normally she'd pick a fight about how he's clearly drunk, but she's not really very sure that's what it is. Her hands go to his face, and she cups his cheeks, the smooths her fingers back through his hair.
What she means to say, she can't say. She wraps her arms the rest of the way around his shoulders and sighs. Her lips move a little bit, unconsciously signalling that she does have something on her mind.
He can probably guess what, too.
"Oh," she mutters, and leans in to press her forehead against his. He's not going to want a kiss, she figures, so she doesn't really signal that that's what she desires now. He's taller than her, so if he rejects this overture, she's going to look pretty stupid. But maybe he won't.
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"Leonard," she says, approaching him. What she's going to do or say when she gets there, she's unsure, but she reaches him a moment later and has to decide.
Normally she'd pick a fight about how he's clearly drunk, but she's not really very sure that's what it is. Her hands go to his face, and she cups his cheeks, the smooths her fingers back through his hair.
What she means to say, she can't say. She wraps her arms the rest of the way around his shoulders and sighs. Her lips move a little bit, unconsciously signalling that she does have something on her mind.
He can probably guess what, too.
"Oh," she mutters, and leans in to press her forehead against his. He's not going to want a kiss, she figures, so she doesn't really signal that that's what she desires now. He's taller than her, so if he rejects this overture, she's going to look pretty stupid. But maybe he won't.