[ Clay makes a noncommittal noise and watches her expression shift. Half-intoxicated with the lingering endorphins, he wonders if those has to do with his reply even as he hears it being offered. Maybe it’s a response to the mirrored trepidation, and not wanting to be alone with his. ]
You might as well stay. It’s Friday night.
[ He trails his fingers over her wrist as he withdraws his hand back to him. Clay is halfway up now, leaning his elbow on the pillow to prop his upper half. Amber eyes follow her movements carefully- warily- unconscious of the bit of pleading there, too. ]
no subject
[ Clay makes a noncommittal noise and watches her expression shift. Half-intoxicated with the lingering endorphins, he wonders if those has to do with his reply even as he hears it being offered. Maybe it’s a response to the mirrored trepidation, and not wanting to be alone with his. ]
You might as well stay. It’s Friday night.
[ He trails his fingers over her wrist as he withdraws his hand back to him. Clay is halfway up now, leaning his elbow on the pillow to prop his upper half. Amber eyes follow her movements carefully- warily- unconscious of the bit of pleading there, too. ]
…If you want to.