[Apparently, Mike is more concerned with sniffing the flowers at the moment.
Which is just as well, because Saul is way more inclined to pay attention to Steph right now in the form of kissing her cheek. And her jawline. And her chin and her forehead and...]
[She wrinkles her nose at the kiss, looking incredibly pertubed by the whole thing.]
Yeah, yeah. I've got my eye on you, McGill.
[She has to keep playing around because the only other option is to actually have a genuine reaction and she's pretty sure that would involve blushing and assorted ridiculous things, which would just be embarrassing.]
Also, he may be hellbent on making her blush. What of it?]
Consider these — [He says, reaching over to break one of the daisies free from its stem so he can tuck it in Steph's hair (ignoring Mike and the way she bats at his hand in the process),] A small gesture of thanks.
[No goddammit she doesn't have any smartass response to that, which means she just gives an awkward little laugh and ducks her head once the flower is in her hair.]
[This, of course, is followed by the light touch of his lips against her knuckles, one by one.
Yes, he's still devastated by Jesse's death. Yes, he's still unhappy with Ahiru for scaring them the way she did. Yes, he still wants to yell at Dick for making Steph worry constantly.
But this is what brought the two of them together in the first place, isn't it? Every little disaster draws them closer to each other — and just when he thinks he can't possibly love her more, it happens anyway.
Saul can't help the way she makes him happy in spite of everything. He doesn't want to, either.]
[This is worse than when he bought her that damn book of poetry. She makes a face at him because she doesn't know what else to do, because she can't stop the fact she's blushing, but at least she can make sure she doesn't look too flustered by the attention.]
Okay, okay, I get the point. [the point is that Saul is weird.] I love you, too.
But the point is that he loves her, yes. A lot. Also, the ocean is wet. And snow is cold. And Steph is beautiful. Getting the point isn't going to stop him, though; he continues on, kissing her fingers and hands and then her wrists, smiling stupidly all the while.]
[The combination of the kisses and his silence make her feel a little nervous. Not worried, it's just - strange, when he goes quiet.]
Should I be getting comfortable, if you're planning to keep doing that?
[Kissing her, she means, since it seems like he's being thorough about the whole thing, and they probably shouldn't stand in the living room while he's doing that.]
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Which is just as well, because Saul is way more inclined to pay attention to Steph right now in the form of kissing her cheek. And her jawline. And her chin and her forehead and...]
That's a secret.
[Mumbled between kisses, of course.]
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Saul pls.]
So what you're saying is I need to steal your tablet and find out?
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[nuzzlenuzzle kiss kiss ugh so gross]
We all need a little mystery in our lives. Do you like 'em?
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I'm the only one allowed to have mysteries. [yes that is exactly how it works.
but she sobers up a little, with the question, her smile warm.] I love them, thank you.
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[He pauses in his kissing to hug her instead.]
I'm glad.
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[steph pls]
What're they for, anyway?
[god forbid he just get her flowers because he can.]
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[That's exactly what he needs: a secretary.
The question makes him smile.]
Just because.
[Because he figures it's his turn to try brightening her day the way she's been brightening his.]
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[Anyway, what's more important is his answer, since it makes her narrow her eyes suspiciously.
(She's just playing).]
You better not be having an affair.
[Apparently him being nice is a reason to assume that.]
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I'm not having an affair. I just wanted to do something nice for you.
[He leans back a little, taking in that suspicious look of hers, then kisses one of her eyebrows.]
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Yeah, yeah. I've got my eye on you, McGill.
[She has to keep playing around because the only other option is to actually have a genuine reaction and she's pretty sure that would involve blushing and assorted ridiculous things, which would just be embarrassing.]
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[Saul wouldn't have it any other way.
Also, he may be hellbent on making her blush. What of it?]
Consider these — [He says, reaching over to break one of the daisies free from its stem so he can tuck it in Steph's hair (ignoring Mike and the way she bats at his hand in the process),] A small gesture of thanks.
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Stop it.
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[He's laughing, too, but it's more of a sincere, amused chuckle.]
I dunno how you do it, Steph.
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[And yet she's kissing him again, so apparently it's not a dealbreaker.]
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Except it's not. He pulls away after a moment, stepping back completely so he can take her hands instead.]
I'm really glad we have you.
[oh no it's as if some dam has burst quick quick RUN BEFORE YOU ALL DROWN]
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She's still not quite looking at him, though.]
Yeah, well-- [It's the we that really gets her.] Someone has to look after the lot of you.
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Yes, he's still devastated by Jesse's death. Yes, he's still unhappy with Ahiru for scaring them the way she did. Yes, he still wants to yell at Dick for making Steph worry constantly.
But this is what brought the two of them together in the first place, isn't it? Every little disaster draws them closer to each other — and just when he thinks he can't possibly love her more, it happens anyway.
Saul can't help the way she makes him happy in spite of everything. He doesn't want to, either.]
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Okay, okay, I get the point. [the point is that Saul is weird.] I love you, too.
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Okay, he is kind of weird.
But the point is that he loves her, yes. A lot. Also, the ocean is wet. And snow is cold. And Steph is beautiful. Getting the point isn't going to stop him, though; he continues on, kissing her fingers and hands and then her wrists, smiling stupidly all the while.]
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Should I be getting comfortable, if you're planning to keep doing that?
[Kissing her, she means, since it seems like he's being thorough about the whole thing, and they probably shouldn't stand in the living room while he's doing that.]
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As far as Dick is concerned, he never knows.
But there's only so much skin he can kiss when she's still dressed and everything, so he breaks away to flash her a smile.]
Maybe.
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[But she doesn't actually make a move, and because she has no idea what to say or do, she adds:]
You know you're being weird, right?
[just to make sure.]
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[What's so weird about showing his girlfriend some tender loving care, huh?
He leans in, again, to bump noses with her.
It's not weird...!]
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[She scrunches her nose, in part for his weirdness, but also at her apparent inability to explain why this is weird.]
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[You're losing him, Steph.
He's still got a hold of her hands, so he twists their fingers together, still grinning.]
This?
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