It's not that bad. [It's not really an objection, and there's not much conviction behind it (especially when he's massaging her hands and that just feels really nice, okay). But a sunburn doesn't rank all that high on the list of things that require a friend hanging around and doing things for you. Not that it isn't nice, just - she feels compelled to point out that he doesn't need to spend the time on her tonight. Especially when he's had... other priorities lately.]
[He rubbed the top of her palms a little harder, leaving a sort of pleasant tiredness lingering in her hands as he slowly worked his way up each finger.] Well I was going to offer to stay and do the rest of your body, but if you'd rather I leave after dinner, I'll go.
[That had him snickering and chuckling softly.] My mistake. I must have misheard. [This is nice, this settling back into something comfortable that wasn't fighting or arguing or trying to tiptoe around each other.] Can I convince you to eat something first?
We’ll eat first then. [And by ‘we’ it’ll be mostly Foggy unless she nagged encouraged him to eat more, seeing as he mostly came here to offer his various non-legal services.] And I’ll pick up where I left off while you’re finishing your beer. [And maybe, just maybe, amidst the joking around and small talk, a bit of semi-serious conversation will happen while he’s half-distracted with his head down rubbing the aching out of those hollow spaces under her ankles.]
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naggedencouraged him to eat more, seeing as he mostly came here to offer his various non-legal services.] And I’ll pick up where I left off while you’re finishing your beer. [And maybe, just maybe, amidst the joking around and small talk, a bit of semi-serious conversation will happen while he’s half-distracted with his head down rubbing the aching out of those hollow spaces under her ankles.]