[It's one of those Strange Fridays. Sometimes they strike, sometimes they don't. Lust never knows until halfway through the morning.]
[At least today is only mildly embarrassing, and doesn't come with spilling closely held thoughts or feelings. At least verbally. Still. She isn't one given to displays of affection, and certainly not to just anyone she happens to have friendly feelings towards.]
[Except today she is. Which is why she can't restrain herself when she notices Henry on the couch, staring at the television. It's a very familiar sight. Henry, odd quiet human that he is, is a part of this household. And there's that Feeling. She lets out a small squeak and then she's leaning over the back of the couch, hands on Henry's shoulders, smacking an audible kiss to his slightly rough cheek.]
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[At least today is only mildly embarrassing, and doesn't come with spilling closely held thoughts or feelings. At least verbally. Still. She isn't one given to displays of affection, and certainly not to just anyone she happens to have friendly feelings towards.]
[Except today she is. Which is why she can't restrain herself when she notices Henry on the couch, staring at the television. It's a very familiar sight. Henry, odd quiet human that he is, is a part of this household. And there's that Feeling. She lets out a small squeak and then she's leaning over the back of the couch, hands on Henry's shoulders, smacking an audible kiss to his slightly rough cheek.]