[ teresa didn't notice this until she started dating bash, but she communicates with her hands a lot, too. not in the way he does, but in the way she does her art, in the way she holds his face within her palms like he is beautiful and cherished, the way her index finger runs down his cheek like she wants to memorize the touch. she kisses him for a very long time, there's heat but there's comfort, too.
her expression softens, and her thumb strokes the side of his jaw gently. ]
You know you can come over whenever you want, right? I know my mom would be cool with it. [ if she knew what was going on and why bash wouldn't want to be around his house. ]