She nods. Her feet feel better out of those shoes, even though she loves those shoes. She moves closer to him and just sort of leans against him for a moment, Newt's coat forgotten on the couch. She takes a breath, breathes in her brother's scent. He's always been there. His scent is perhaps the most comforting thing in the world, and she takes a moment to let it wash into her, cleansing her from the inside. By degrees, her shoulders unclench, and she leans her head on his clavicle, wraps her arm around his waist, and lets him lead her to the bathroom.
Once there, she strips down, with no regard for his presence, and starts the water. She feels heavy with exhaustion, suddenly, and once she's under the too-hot spray, she simply sinks down to the floor of the tub, letting it sluice over her head and shoulders.
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Date: 2017-02-21 11:45 pm (UTC)Once there, she strips down, with no regard for his presence, and starts the water. She feels heavy with exhaustion, suddenly, and once she's under the too-hot spray, she simply sinks down to the floor of the tub, letting it sluice over her head and shoulders.