Eleven hummed shortly, shrug noncommittal. Emotionally tired, if not physically so- though his eyes felt a little strained for the bouts of grief he'd churned through between fits of anger.
He turned toward her on the bed with a smile, trying not to get too terribly distracted by the freckled skin on display. "Of course. Anything you'd like."
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Date: 2021-09-22 04:46 am (UTC)He turned toward her on the bed with a smile, trying not to get too terribly distracted by the freckled skin on display. "Of course. Anything you'd like."