Priestly is wearing the biggest, fluffiest, warmest winter coat he can find when he shows up on Brooke's doorstep. And over his arm he has another one, a little less enormous, a little more girly, just in case she needs it. Because damn is it cold outside.
There's a part of Brooke that wants to curl into a ball at the sound of his voice. She knows Priestly would let her, and would watch over her until she was ready to act like a big girl again, but Brooke resists. He's probably about to ask her why she's outside, anyway, rather than in. There's no time for illusions, and no time for coddling either.
"I usually like my presents shinier, but this one's perfect." She reaches for it, blanket falling away to bare her shoulder in perfect illustration of her point. "Thank you."
"Well, if I find a shiny coat the next time I go diving, I'll make sure to keep it for you," he says. "You must be freezing out here. I'm freezing out here, and I've only been out here about five minutes."
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To him, anyway.
"I brought you a present!"
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"I usually like my presents shinier, but this one's perfect." She reaches for it, blanket falling away to bare her shoulder in perfect illustration of her point. "Thank you."
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Her fingers curl around the vial, sleeping it deeper inside the blankets as she tugs him down to her. "I've got a...guest."
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