"Here, lean on the wall for a moment. You're not quite as tall as my man was, but at least you'll have something clean."
It still hurt to talk about Geralt in the past tense. Nina left Thomas against the wall and went into the dresser to find something comfortable - a loose t-shirt and pajama bottoms would do for now. She returned to him and carefully worked on undressing him. At least she was familiar with all his layers. She let most of it all to the floor - it needed washing, at the very least, so she wasn't exactly concerned about wrinkles.
Her fingers brushed lightly over the tattoo on Thomas's chest, then she passed him the t-shirt.
"Don't get any ideas," she warned dryly, though a smile quirked her mouth as she worked his trousers open. Standing face to face, she was as tall as he was.
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It still hurt to talk about Geralt in the past tense. Nina left Thomas against the wall and went into the dresser to find something comfortable - a loose t-shirt and pajama bottoms would do for now. She returned to him and carefully worked on undressing him. At least she was familiar with all his layers. She let most of it all to the floor - it needed washing, at the very least, so she wasn't exactly concerned about wrinkles.
Her fingers brushed lightly over the tattoo on Thomas's chest, then she passed him the t-shirt.
"Don't get any ideas," she warned dryly, though a smile quirked her mouth as she worked his trousers open. Standing face to face, she was as tall as he was.