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Gina Renaud | Mercedes Mondego (justonefish) wrote in bellumlogs,

Looking up from the stove, she smiled faintly. "Good," she replied. She did her best to refrain from appraising the state of his bare arms, instead turning to the stove and stirring the pasta. She had taken his shower time to change herself, wanting nothing to do with the clothes she had worn anywhere near the hospital that day. Her damp hair was pulled up in a loose twist, and she donned a baggy T-shirt and loose sweatpants. Yep, totally unsexy clothes. If she felt like a lump, maybe her hormones would just give it a rest, already.

"It's almost done." She paused, looking over at him again. She considered asking if he wanted to sit down and eat it together, but couldn't voice the question. Instead, her gaze fell to the paper in his hand. "Is that on the lawyer?" she asked.