"I believe you," she whispers, taking advantage of the reduced space between them to try and tone the conversation down even as she feels him pause for a second, attempt to release some more of the energy he'd brought in here with him. Her fingers gently brush over his face.
"Let me get you a towel or something. You're drenched," she adds, a little louder, moving to step away. Zeus has resumed his spot curled up next to her chair and plops his head down on his paws, eyes blinking silently.
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Date: 2012-11-03 12:47 pm (UTC)"Let me get you a towel or something. You're drenched," she adds, a little louder, moving to step away. Zeus has resumed his spot curled up next to her chair and plops his head down on his paws, eyes blinking silently.