Re: Kitchen: Hugh & Hannah
His expression was nothing but deep affection as he glanced over at her. And seeing her in this house, even if she said it was just pretend, it felt right and he hoped that it worked for all of them for as long as it made sense. And Hannah seemed happy, which brought only warmth, and that was good and he was grateful for it.
"I suppose I could go home and dance it off," he suggested, cheekily. Although the chance of him going home and doing anything that wasn't falling immediately into bed and sleeping until way past sunrise was probably very slim. "I need your honest and up front advice," he raised a hand, as if he were asking her the most serious of questions. "If I have to prioritize, say I don't have time, or I can't possibly..." he leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Which ones do I absolutely not missed? Keeping in mind I already tried the Mac and Cheese and the brownies."
Her knowing somehow always surprised him, although he wasn't certain why. And part of him wanted to protest it, the part that felt as if there might be something morally wrong with liking spotlights - which, if he were perfectly frank was the part of him that still her his father's voice in his head at times - but she wasn't wrong either, even if he'd never thought of it like that. He looked up at her, his gaze softening. "I'm not anymore. At least not for a little while. Zee's here." A beat. and he squeezed her hand again. "You know me too well," he added softly.