The feeling of cold on her skin is more drastic than it once was, but so is the warmth of his hand through the fabric. She's not hurting in any way and now that she's calming a little, she's starting to feel okay. There's comfort in the familiarity of his hand at the back of her head, his hips moving toward hers. After a moment, she looks up at him. "Come on. You've got brush your teeth so you don't taste like an ashtray. While you do that, I'll get the razor and shaving cream." Doing something for him will give her a chance to process while doing something with her hands. They can also talk while she's shaving his beard.
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Date: 2024-01-16 11:24 pm (UTC)