Noble watched her steady herself, nibbling on his bottom lip while she did — he reached out once she was settled to touch her elbow. "Well, I'm glad you made it," he said, with another slow warm smile. Her hair was all undone, now; he usually did not get to see her when she had her hair undone, and had an impulse to tangle his fingers in it. But just because everything was all fucked up didn't mean that he should act exclusively on impulse.

"There's wine," he added, "If you want."

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