[ Apologize? Explain? She trails off because he's looking at her like that, and she's remembering exactly how they got here, and subsequently realizing that the last thing she wants to talk about is the reasoning behind the rift that happened between them. Especially not tonight. Honestly there's not much to be said about it that they haven't already said at this point anyway, she's always been honest and upfront with him, and he's given her nothing less in response, as far as she's aware there are no hidden mysteries or secret facets between them. At least nothing significant that might somehow make them feel differently about each other. She knows him, he knows her. That's never changed.
She's distracted enough by that heat that radiates from him, especially now that it's barely obscured by any barriers, that she's not sure if she manages to drop the shirt onto the back of that chair or she misses it entirely, but she doesn't care much. After gazing up at him for several seconds, her expression softening, she's trailing her fingers over his chest and his own very dry clothing. If she could find buttons or a zipper or something she would probably be tugging at it, but this isn't a Sarano outfit. It's not very subtle.
She is standing very close to him, fully naked now, after all. And if that wasn't unsubtle enough, she'll tug his hands where they need to go. ]
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[ Apologize? Explain? She trails off because he's looking at her like that, and she's remembering exactly how they got here, and subsequently realizing that the last thing she wants to talk about is the reasoning behind the rift that happened between them. Especially not tonight. Honestly there's not much to be said about it that they haven't already said at this point anyway, she's always been honest and upfront with him, and he's given her nothing less in response, as far as she's aware there are no hidden mysteries or secret facets between them. At least nothing significant that might somehow make them feel differently about each other. She knows him, he knows her. That's never changed.
She's distracted enough by that heat that radiates from him, especially now that it's barely obscured by any barriers, that she's not sure if she manages to drop the shirt onto the back of that chair or she misses it entirely, but she doesn't care much. After gazing up at him for several seconds, her expression softening, she's trailing her fingers over his chest and his own very dry clothing. If she could find buttons or a zipper or something she would probably be tugging at it, but this isn't a Sarano outfit. It's not very subtle.
She is standing very close to him, fully naked now, after all. And if that wasn't unsubtle enough, she'll tug his hands where they need to go. ]
What kind of reconciling did you have in mind?