She sniffles a little, her cheeks burning with shame when he stops in front of her with his towels. She can't believe she's letting him see her like this.
Not quite making eye contact, she accepts them with a wobbly smile. "Thanks," she mumbles, turning her head away again and dabbing at her face with the washcloth.
"God, I'm sorry." Apparently she also can't keep her mouth shut. "This is so... I can't believe I'm crying, god."
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Date: 2013-03-19 04:13 am (UTC)Not quite making eye contact, she accepts them with a wobbly smile. "Thanks," she mumbles, turning her head away again and dabbing at her face with the washcloth.
"God, I'm sorry." Apparently she also can't keep her mouth shut. "This is so... I can't believe I'm crying, god."