[ so quippy! he must feel really uncomfortable, lucy guesses. he's always a bit more clever and debonair when he is shaken, like how she goes quiet, but lucy decides she doesn't much care for that right now. he may not be one for dramatic reunions, but lucy's heart is trying to claw its way up her throat and her stomach feels impossibly knotted and she flings herself at lockwood. it's not a hug so much as a collision, hands clutching at his sleeves, tangible proof that lockwood is here and lockwood is real and lucy isn't alone.
the dark circles beneath his eyes look bruised into his skin, exhaustion carved into him. ]
No tea? [ tea is important. tea makes her feel like she's not falling apart because the ritual is always the same. boil the water, put the bag in the cup, steep, sneak in a splash of milk before it's done steeping, add the sugar, add a bit more sugar if it's been a particularly terrible day, chuck the tea bag in the sink. it doesn't even have to be pitkins (but it should be.)
tea is the important bit of all he's said anyway, lockwood just likes to talk and lucy takes comfort in that familiarity. ]
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the dark circles beneath his eyes look bruised into his skin, exhaustion carved into him. ]
No tea? [ tea is important. tea makes her feel like she's not falling apart because the ritual is always the same. boil the water, put the bag in the cup, steep, sneak in a splash of milk before it's done steeping, add the sugar, add a bit more sugar if it's been a particularly terrible day, chuck the tea bag in the sink. it doesn't even have to be pitkins (but it should be.)
tea is the important bit of all he's said anyway, lockwood just likes to talk and lucy takes comfort in that familiarity. ]