[She couldn’t know what she was asking. He hasn’t explained why he wears his gloves, how stripping them off in front of someone is the single hardest thing he could ever be asked to do. He just looks uncomfortable at the request, hands instinctively drawing close to him. It’s hard not to think about the last time he took them off, for the sake of a job of course, and the disaster that had ensued. Perhaps someday, he can for her. Right now though it’s asking too much. Already he feels a little raw in having brought up Jordie, something he almost has never done in well over a decade. His gaze shifts downwards.]
no subject
I’d rather just wash up right now.