Spill? His eyes were led away to the fabric of her dress and the dark stain the lights of the plaza brought out quite wretchedly. "Oh. Oh," he had started to piece the mishap together. He smoothed his hair back to calm the sporadic activity in his brain. At least he felt like Tony Stark again.
"I believe I said it was bad timing on my part, but you did spill the drink on yourself," he teased if not to break the thickness of the air. Calmly he brushed a strand of her hair back into place before she could tend to it, the active hand cupping her jawline delicately and lingering a moment before it began to slip away. "...You had a...it was in the way."
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Date: 2008-07-23 06:14 am (UTC)"I believe I said it was bad timing on my part, but you did spill the drink on yourself," he teased if not to break the thickness of the air. Calmly he brushed a strand of her hair back into place before she could tend to it, the active hand cupping her jawline delicately and lingering a moment before it began to slip away. "...You had a...it was in the way."
She could fill in the gaps.