[He wasn't expecting flowers. He reaches up, as if to touch them, before he reconsiders and lets his hand fall back to his lap.]
They're purple...
[He turns his head this way and that, trying to get all the angles of it, before he settles his lidded look back onto the cheerful, bright face of the other man.]
It's not bad. [He lets the words sink in, and then adds:] Maybe I won't be so eager to wash my face after this, after all...
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[Oh.]
[He wasn't expecting flowers. He reaches up, as if to touch them, before he reconsiders and lets his hand fall back to his lap.]
They're purple...
[He turns his head this way and that, trying to get all the angles of it, before he settles his lidded look back onto the cheerful, bright face of the other man.]
It's not bad. [He lets the words sink in, and then adds:] Maybe I won't be so eager to wash my face after this, after all...