[The smile she gives him is bright and wide for a moment. Fleeting, like all of her smiles are, but no less genuine for it. She feels like pressing in closer to him, kissing him, but she stays put, just her hand still resting on his arm.]
Let's get dinner first.
[The whole evening routine they'd do the nights he came over earlier, working out and eating and sleeping. She hadn't really realised how much she'd missed it, swept up in the general ache of just missing him.]
Re: action.
Let's get dinner first.
[The whole evening routine they'd do the nights he came over earlier, working out and eating and sleeping. She hadn't really realised how much she'd missed it, swept up in the general ache of just missing him.]