Re: quicklog, hotel: neil/mere
[Not pushing was likely a good thing right then. So she took the glass of water that was offered, ice cold between her hands, and she took several long drinks. Each soothed her just a little bit more before she sat the glass down on the bedside table, turning her gaze back towards him. It looked like she wanted to say something, her brow furrowing just the slightest bit, but whatever it was she kept to herself as she instead pressed herself up a slight bit to kiss his cheek.] I love you, Neil.