[There's no response. Because he's yanking on a cardigan and bolting out the door, excited like a dog first let out into the backyard - Gracie's back. The whole coma thing freaks him out more than he is willing to admit, and people around him dropping into them like flies is keeping him on edge. He's got a canvas bag on his shoulder with a hastily stuffed in bottle of red, and he barrels on through her door without knocking because hey. Who cares.]
Laundry room! [ grace hollers into the apartment, but she abandons the bedding she was shoving into the dryer to scamper out into the apartment proper and leap at theo like they're in the fucking notebook.
look! sometimes you just make a friend instantly and there is just something there. that's what grace feels about theo, meant to be friends, and she adores him. ]
[He says in a sing-song voice, though it's not hard to probably find. Instead she saves him the trouble and hops on out, and he lights up. She leaps his way and he does the whole Harlequin Romance book cover thing and spins her on the spot, setting her back down but also not taking his hands off her. It's... just really nice to see life in her. There's a forehead to forehead boop.]
Mysterious door in the back, [ grace mutters as he's twirling her around.
she almost bursts into tears when he presses their foreheads together, closing her eyes against the onslaught of emotions that come at the slightest hint of someone caring about her on more than just a surface level. ]
[Said with a little laugh at the end, no straight face. He blinks open his eyes after closing them, staring into hers, before he starts to lean back. He thinks twice quite quickly and brings up his hand to cup her cheek, tipping her chin so he can bend down a little more to lay a slow but needy kiss on her lips. It's the best way he knows how to show affection.]
[ theo has only even been sweet to her, but this is softness she thought was reserved for when he was half dead, barely there, like grace after a couple drinks and no reason to hold back. ]
I'll try my best, [ grace hums with a sigh, eyelashes fluttering before her eyes slowly open again. ]
[You yanked at his heart strings a little, the gooey warm insides are unfortunately spilling out. He kisses her once more, quick and light, foreheads resting together again before he's inhaling deep and leaning just far enough back that he can see her clearer, but not actually pull far away.]
Shall we go undress, get into bed and watch some TV?
[ grace can't grin any wider but there is something relieved in her big blue eyes. by design there is something transactional about duplicity and grace doesn't particularly mind for the most part — sex for her is a safe intimacy, no reason to go any deeper most of the time.
except she likes theo, wants to be his fucking friend like a dork because he's sweet and funny and, though she will never admit it aloud because it would probably be the most fucked up compliment on earth: he reminds her of all the best parts of alex. playful and clever and affectionate and unerringly capable of goading grace into a laugh.
and he'll make her bed with her, grace's least favorite chore, so you know, that's up there with helping someone move or driving them to the airport. friend stuff. ]
Thanks.
[ she sort of darts into her bedroom like a skittish rabbit, outracing all the weird feelings in her chest after a month dead to the world. emotions, gross, no thanks! ]
[Theo falls in love easy; romantic love, platonic love, love beyond all labels and confinements, restrictions and boundaries. All it takes is someone making him feel so damn good for him to care too much about them - care more than he's wanted to be willing to - and yet here she is. Skittering away, conning him into changing the bedsheets and he's happily in pursuit. This bitch is such wife material.]
Aw, come on, you have the perfect hands for that karate chop!
[ don't worry, grace makes her bed once a month when she is like "THIS IS IT, I AM GOING TO HAVE A ROUTINE!" and collapses before she manages to put the pillows back on the bed because single handedly making a king sized bed is exhausting.
but with two sets of hands it takes less than ten minutes to get the sheets and blankets and pillowcases replaced and grace wilts onto her side without making theo karate chop the pillow to get the dip that all the home reno shows have. ]
Thank you, I love clean sheets, but I hate effort.
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but it's Ragnor Fell
I get all you can drink wine
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but yeah so I got wine for the night and I'll treat you to tea for the day
home renos and gossip are on the horizon
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Graaaacie, I'm hoooome.
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look! sometimes you just make a friend instantly and there is just something there. that's what grace feels about theo, meant to be friends, and she adores him. ]
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[He says in a sing-song voice, though it's not hard to probably find. Instead she saves him the trouble and hops on out, and he lights up. She leaps his way and he does the whole Harlequin Romance book cover thing and spins her on the spot, setting her back down but also not taking his hands off her. It's... just really nice to see life in her. There's a forehead to forehead boop.]
I missed you, Gracie. Jeez.
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she almost bursts into tears when he presses their foreheads together, closing her eyes against the onslaught of emotions that come at the slightest hint of someone caring about her on more than just a surface level. ]
If I knew I was asleep I woulda missed you too.
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[Said with a little laugh at the end, no straight face. He blinks open his eyes after closing them, staring into hers, before he starts to lean back. He thinks twice quite quickly and brings up his hand to cup her cheek, tipping her chin so he can bend down a little more to lay a slow but needy kiss on her lips. It's the best way he knows how to show affection.]
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I'll try my best, [ grace hums with a sigh, eyelashes fluttering before her eyes slowly open again. ]
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Shall we go undress, get into bed and watch some TV?
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[ she smiles her big toothy grin, all her lil' rabbit teeth because she's clearly trying to get something out of him first. ]
You have to help me make the bed first? 'cause it'll be so much faster with two?
[ pls pls plssssssss ]
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[He rolls his eyes and there are very few people he'd willingly do this for, but:]
Alright, alright. Let's get to it 'cause I wanna see you naked ASAP.
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except she likes theo, wants to be his fucking friend like a dork because he's sweet and funny and, though she will never admit it aloud because it would probably be the most fucked up compliment on earth: he reminds her of all the best parts of alex. playful and clever and affectionate and unerringly capable of goading grace into a laugh.
and he'll make her bed with her, grace's least favorite chore, so you know, that's up there with helping someone move or driving them to the airport. friend stuff. ]
Thanks.
[ she sort of darts into her bedroom like a skittish rabbit, outracing all the weird feelings in her chest after a month dead to the world. emotions, gross, no thanks! ]
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I draw the line at fluffing pillows.
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[ don't worry, grace makes her bed once a month when she is like "THIS IS IT, I AM GOING TO HAVE A ROUTINE!" and collapses before she manages to put the pillows back on the bed because single handedly making a king sized bed is exhausting.
but with two sets of hands it takes less than ten minutes to get the sheets and blankets and pillowcases replaced and grace wilts onto her side without making theo karate chop the pillow to get the dip that all the home reno shows have. ]
Thank you, I love clean sheets, but I hate effort.