[ Something pops distinctly downstairs, and there's the gentle sting of pain beneath the relief and nervousness in Black's own thoughts. ]
White, you're home! [ A slight pause, and a hesitant remedy. ] Back. You're back.
[ He'll peek out from their kitchen, holding his hand with a wince; judging by the placement of his cut, the pop from before had been a glass of something or other. He visibly brightens, the flowers they've inevitably put everywhere in their house turning to greet White in turn, petals stretching out and their leaves stretching towards her. ]
no subject
White, you're home! [ A slight pause, and a hesitant remedy. ] Back. You're back.
[ He'll peek out from their kitchen, holding his hand with a wince; judging by the placement of his cut, the pop from before had been a glass of something or other. He visibly brightens, the flowers they've inevitably put everywhere in their house turning to greet White in turn, petals stretching out and their leaves stretching towards her. ]