[ Catching the blanket, she spreads it out with a second glance of interest as the design unfolds. When the springs on the couch protest Loki's flopping, she looks over without unfurling her fingers from the tree design. Neither of them are accustomed to having someone around to say these sorts of things to, so she appreciates that he does (it helps to hear it). Her smile broadens in a way he couldn't have made it with jokes or tricks, the fond gratitude in a steady brown gaze settling in against the odds.
She flicks half the blanket over him, sinking back into the couch when he finishes talking. ]
You're a good person, Loki. [ The remote is tossed lightly onto his lap as she shrugs, trying to slough off some of the obvious emotion because wow, embarrassing. ] And you're a passable friend, too.
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She flicks half the blanket over him, sinking back into the couch when he finishes talking. ]
You're a good person, Loki. [ The remote is tossed lightly onto his lap as she shrugs, trying to slough off some of the obvious emotion because wow, embarrassing. ] And you're a passable friend, too.
[ Nudging him. ]