[She looks down at them for a moment before reaching to take the flowers, a slow little smile curving her lips with an ease that surprises even her. Would almost certainly surprise Chase as she knows him here and now; not that she doesn't smile for him, more every day it seems, but there's always that discomfort she needs to break through, her uncertainty on how to go forward with him. Something that isn't an issue, here.
There's an immensity to the small gesture. It makes her stomach flip again. It's good to see him-- his older self, again, since she sees him every day-- smile again, uncomfortable though it might be. Her fingers wrap a little tighter around the stems, and she meets his eyes again, stepping back to invite him in.]
it seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's exactly how this grace thing w
There's an immensity to the small gesture. It makes her stomach flip again. It's good to see him-- his older self, again, since she sees him every day-- smile again, uncomfortable though it might be. Her fingers wrap a little tighter around the stems, and she meets his eyes again, stepping back to invite him in.]
Hey.