[He doesn't even hold the door open, just shucks off his shoes and gets right to work with the coffee, nodding at the small table against the wall should Spain want to sit.]
[He follows after Ned, pulling off his shoes as well and sits at the small table. It's warmer inside the house so he sets the jacket aside as he looks around, trying to see for anything new]
[If we're going with Meme-continuity there's a new rack for pots and pans, installed with help from Belgium...]
[Measures out exactly the right amount of coffee, and exactly the right amount of water, not wasting a thing - starts it all up and turns to lean against the counter, wanting a cigarette and not wanting to go any closer to the table than he has to. That smell thing is weirding him out.]
[Makes a hum of acknowledgement as he looks around some more. Soon, the smell of brewing coffee wafts in the air, tickling his nose. He looks towards the direction of Ned and the coffee and just watches and waits for it to brew, chin resting over his palms]
[Well, he's also feeling weird so... If he weren't, you can bet he would be wandering towards the rack and chattering about what to cook in the pots and pans]
[He blinks up at Ned's hand on his forehead, practically going cross-eyed as he looks up at it] Am I getting worse?
[He keeps his hand there and barely brushes it up into Spain's hairline, looking down - damn, he really, really wants to run his fingers through it. The longer he looks, the better it sounds, and no, he's not aware of the irony of his statement, yet.]
[Ned's hand on his forehead feels really good, making his eyelids lower as he focuses on the warmth of the other's touch. He's a bit distracted when he answers and it's obvious]
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Then get up.
[Turns on his heel and heads inside.]
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[Nods and follows after him towards his house]
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[Measures out exactly the right amount of coffee, and exactly the right amount of water, not wasting a thing - starts it all up and turns to lean against the counter, wanting a cigarette and not wanting to go any closer to the table than he has to. That smell thing is weirding him out.]
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[He's totally unaware of how uncomfortable Ned is. The sight of the new rack perks him up with interest] That's new. Did you get new pots and pans?
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No. [Glances at them and huffs.] They're just - out now.
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[Stalks over and shoves his hand on Spain's forehead again, keeping it there this time, because something is up.]
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[He blinks up at Ned's hand on his forehead, practically going cross-eyed as he looks up at it] Am I getting worse?
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[He keeps his hand there and barely brushes it up into Spain's hairline, looking down - damn, he really, really wants to run his fingers through it. The longer he looks, the better it sounds, and no, he's not aware of the irony of his statement, yet.]
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Am I?
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Yeah.
[So is he.]
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'm sorry...
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Shut up. [Moves his hand up, a little, and goddamn does that hair against his palm feel good.] Just tell me why you're bein' weird.
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