[ he's content to watch her struggle simply because it amuses him, and he almost claps once she gets her legs under the blanket. ]
[ there's hesitation when she asks for help with her shirt, and he can't explain it. she's drunk and stuck, it's fine, of course her shirt would get tangled. with an obviously overdramatic sigh, he reaches over and carefully helps pull the shirt the rest of the way off her head. he's surprisingly gentle about it, and he idly half folds her shirt once it's free, tossing it towards her nightstand. ]
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[ there's hesitation when she asks for help with her shirt, and he can't explain it. she's drunk and stuck, it's fine, of course her shirt would get tangled. with an obviously overdramatic sigh, he reaches over and carefully helps pull the shirt the rest of the way off her head. he's surprisingly gentle about it, and he idly half folds her shirt once it's free, tossing it towards her nightstand. ]
At least you admitted it this time.