Re: [(After)Life]
Nel didn't care about the state of the floor. She rather liked collecting things, but she'd no problem with those things becoming ruined. Things, like people, had cycles of life, and Nel could appreciate that perhaps more than most.
She sat on the arm of that couch, perched and with spread thighs and her hands limp between them and clasped lightly against the fabric. It was all rather nonchalant and uneventful, as if this sort of thing happened daily. None of these things happened daily, but that went without saying, and Nel was not prone to histrionics. She smiled as he sniffed, and she did allow her gaze to drop with slow casualness as he let the jeans drop. It wasn't a hungry gaze. She was worried about him, truly, and that currently trumped all else. But she did look, and she did so without apology as he stepped out of the denim and ventured into the shower beyond.
The water hissed, and the steam didn't fog any mirrors within the large space. She didn't mind the water spray. Nel rather liked muggy heat and damp, and she sat a few moments longer before rising and walking to the small kitchen that sat adjacent the shower and sink. She collected a bottle from the counter, and she returned with a glass, which she filled with Akavit. Purple heels clacking as she approached the open shower, she leaned against the stone edge, and, uncaring of the drizzle, she offered him the glass.