[She admires him silently and openly first. Even when she asks him to relax, he still has to keep himself busy. She doesn't mind it, and it is something she's always found so endearing about him, but there are moments when she wishes that he would for his sake. Of course, with all this work that needs to be done, it's hard not to go over all of it.
So, it's with a fond, crooked smile that she crosses the room and slumps on the bed beside him, careful not to spill as she hands him an empty glass, and she'll fill his up first as soon as it's out of her hands.]
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So, it's with a fond, crooked smile that she crosses the room and slumps on the bed beside him, careful not to spill as she hands him an empty glass, and she'll fill his up first as soon as it's out of her hands.]
Already going over our notes?
[She motions to the journal with her eyes.]