Her smile is tentative, weak. But it's there. These are the times, really, that make her wish Tony was Puck sometimes. Even though he infuriates her sometimes, sometimes he's like this. Unerringly sweet. "Aren't you supposed to be working?" She asks softly, standing up straight. But it's not a no.
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Date: 2012-02-19 10:03 am (UTC)