[ the smile has him smiling in return - a little far away, more of a habit than anything. but then he blinks, realizing himself, and stepping away from the door. ]
Oh, right, yeah. Come in.
[ he still finds himself whispering a bit - habits die hard, as does absolute fear of being torn apart and killed. still, he closes the door when nancy steps inside, starting off towards his room. ]
Do you want a towel...? [ since, you know, she's still damp and all.
and yes, he is very aware that this is still. awkward. but he's doing a bang up job trying to ignore it. ]
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Oh, right, yeah. Come in.
[ he still finds himself whispering a bit - habits die hard, as does absolute fear of being torn apart and killed. still, he closes the door when nancy steps inside, starting off towards his room. ]
Do you want a towel...? [ since, you know, she's still damp and all.
and yes, he is very aware that this is still. awkward. but he's doing a bang up job trying to ignore it. ]