I can always get more milk, Mon-El. [ if he changes his mind, the microwave is always available to him. for now, the cup can be rinsed out in the sink, left to dry on the counter; she encourages him to find a comfortable place on the couch with a lazy wave of her hand. ] You're always welcome to more.
What were you doing outside in the first place anyway?
[ He collapses on the couch and pushes himself back into the pillows. ]
Would you believe I was actually out for you? I'd heard that it's traditional to give gifts at this time of year, so...
[ He gets back up off the couch and goes to the door, where he'd dropped a small paper back, a bit crumpled from how he'd been clutching it in his cold state. He hands it over to Kara with a shivering smile. Inside is a silk chiffon scarf in various shades, predominantly red. ]
I hope you like it. The colors remind me of home, a little.
[ her mouth opens as if to answer — i can believe it, she almost says, but the words don't come out. she's been reminding him that christmas is coming up for the last few weeks like a broken record, and it would be logical to assume that he'd add her to the list of people she'd already drafted for him. giving gifts is a way to show you care, to show people that you're grateful for their company and their presence and their impact on your life; kara had urged him to consider gifts for j'onn and alex and winn.
but small gifts or tokens are one thing. a scarf, silk by the looks of it, is another thing altogether, and kara's mouth closes quietly as she takes the scarf between her fingers.
as she admires it, a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and after a long and silent minute, she looks back up to him. ]
It looks like the sky on Krypton during the solstice festivals. [ the thought makes her a little homesick, and swallowing makes her throat a little tight, so it takes an extra second before she can continue. ] I love it. Thank you.
[ whether or not mon-el is prepared for it, kara's going to wrap him in a hug. her arms loop around his shoulders; the embrace is tight, unrestrained. it's the kind of hug that would break her sister or her mother. ]
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[ Another cup would be nice, would warm him up, but not as well as... certain other things he can think of doing. ]
I wouldn't want to drink you out of house and home.
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What were you doing outside in the first place anyway?
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Would you believe I was actually out for you? I'd heard that it's traditional to give gifts at this time of year, so...
[ He gets back up off the couch and goes to the door, where he'd dropped a small paper back, a bit crumpled from how he'd been clutching it in his cold state. He hands it over to Kara with a shivering smile. Inside is a silk chiffon scarf in various shades, predominantly red. ]
I hope you like it. The colors remind me of home, a little.
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but small gifts or tokens are one thing. a scarf, silk by the looks of it, is another thing altogether, and kara's mouth closes quietly as she takes the scarf between her fingers.
as she admires it, a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and after a long and silent minute, she looks back up to him. ]
It looks like the sky on Krypton during the solstice festivals. [ the thought makes her a little homesick, and swallowing makes her throat a little tight, so it takes an extra second before she can continue. ] I love it. Thank you.
[ whether or not mon-el is prepared for it, kara's going to wrap him in a hug. her arms loop around his shoulders; the embrace is tight, unrestrained. it's the kind of hug that would break her sister or her mother. ]