[ It's not a thing she's used to, this kind of casually affectionate contact. Her powers have mostly forbidden it — between the danger of touch when that was the sole way her empathy worked in the years before now, and an earlier childhood where her only friends were invisible, intangible beings, when could she have ever acclimated to it? Even now, while it's something she can anticipate from Jaime, in theory, the reality of it still takes her by surprise. Unexpected, but comforting, all the same.
And if he's the one instigating, and able to find something soothing about it when he's been run so rough by everything else... it hardly counts as her being selfish, does it?
Oh, right. Dinner. She doesn't take the phone, but she does start scrolling through the options, finally settling on a nearby Indian place, and loading up a few different plates. It's hard to tell how much of an appetite Jaime's going to have, but the excess will keep, and better to get more than less. It's a quiet few minutes as she goes through — in good circumstances, she'd make verbal confirmations as she'd go, but Ruka has the bad habit of simply deciding when things are a little more serious. (Well, Jaime could always pull the phone away from her if he hates it, so it's not like she's totally inconsiderate. It's fine.) ]
Yeah, we'll figure it out later, I'm sure. [ She'll make something up, if she has to, it's fine. In the meantime, though, she nudges the phone back his way. ] That work?
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Date: 2019-09-27 12:31 am (UTC)[ It's not a thing she's used to, this kind of casually affectionate contact. Her powers have mostly forbidden it — between the danger of touch when that was the sole way her empathy worked in the years before now, and an earlier childhood where her only friends were invisible, intangible beings, when could she have ever acclimated to it? Even now, while it's something she can anticipate from Jaime, in theory, the reality of it still takes her by surprise. Unexpected, but comforting, all the same.
And if he's the one instigating, and able to find something soothing about it when he's been run so rough by everything else... it hardly counts as her being selfish, does it?
Oh, right. Dinner. She doesn't take the phone, but she does start scrolling through the options, finally settling on a nearby Indian place, and loading up a few different plates. It's hard to tell how much of an appetite Jaime's going to have, but the excess will keep, and better to get more than less. It's a quiet few minutes as she goes through — in good circumstances, she'd make verbal confirmations as she'd go, but Ruka has the bad habit of simply deciding when things are a little more serious. (Well, Jaime could always pull the phone away from her if he hates it, so it's not like she's totally inconsiderate. It's fine.) ]
Yeah, we'll figure it out later, I'm sure. [ She'll make something up, if she has to, it's fine. In the meantime, though, she nudges the phone back his way. ] That work?