( even dried eyed and trying to fake composure, she resents the loss of his hand in her hair when eggsy peels away to deal with the kettle and tea. there's the tiniest of sniffs when his back is turned to her, and roxy tosses social graces to the side, choosing to rub her hand under her nose instead of rooting around for the handkerchief she may or may not have on her person.
but the tea is poured and the hug — while she wishes it was a little longer — helped. roxy cautiously takes her cup when he offers it, mindful about how the heat has seeped through the ceramic. the steam rolling off the top smells good, comforting like familiar smells and routine are, and she nods at eggsy after a deep inhale. )
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but the tea is poured and the hug — while she wishes it was a little longer — helped. roxy cautiously takes her cup when he offers it, mindful about how the heat has seeped through the ceramic. the steam rolling off the top smells good, comforting like familiar smells and routine are, and she nods at eggsy after a deep inhale. )
Your mother is a very intelligent woman.