The door opens as quietly as she can make it, and only enough to slip in before she closes it behind her, eyes glancing at the made bed before resting where she can hear Nat scrubbing.
She moves quietly across the room to lay a hand on his shoulder. "Nat." She squats down a little, her hand sliding to his arm in a quiet request to stop his scrubbing for a moment. "What's wrong?" Aside from the usual.
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Date: 2009-06-14 05:27 pm (UTC)She moves quietly across the room to lay a hand on his shoulder. "Nat." She squats down a little, her hand sliding to his arm in a quiet request to stop his scrubbing for a moment. "What's wrong?" Aside from the usual.