[There are about half a dozen things she could be doing that aren't hovering by the doorway watching Bruce wash his face like she's never seen that before. It's not like she thinks he'll vanish when she looks away or that he can't take care of himself or anything like that; she just can't bring herself to leave him. So she just stands there and thinks about going to change, setting up the apartment, checking the windows and doors, checking the news, and in the end, it isn't until he's about done that she shakes herself back into her body and moves - not away, but toward him until she's too close.
She hip-checks him at the sink, tries to catch his eye.] Hey. [It comes out watery and gentle so she clears her throat and tries again, firmer and fond and probably still a little false.] Hey. Shove over, water bear. Go shower.
[He's opened a lot of himself tonight and, honestly, so has she and she's feeling a little raw for it. If it's overwhelming for her, she can only imagine how it is for him. Even if it's him. Even if it's her. This isn't a motel in the middle of nowhere and they're not about to run. Anything he might need, except maybe those hair shears, is only a few steps away, including a little space for however long he needs.]
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She hip-checks him at the sink, tries to catch his eye.] Hey. [It comes out watery and gentle so she clears her throat and tries again, firmer and fond and probably still a little false.] Hey. Shove over, water bear. Go shower.
[He's opened a lot of himself tonight and, honestly, so has she and she's feeling a little raw for it. If it's overwhelming for her, she can only imagine how it is for him. Even if it's him. Even if it's her. This isn't a motel in the middle of nowhere and they're not about to run. Anything he might need, except maybe those hair shears, is only a few steps away, including a little space for however long he needs.]