misterwhitewinter:

        _{“I know how long it has to cook.”}

    _{{perceptive might not be a word usually used to describe him, but he’s not thick enough to not notice the unsubtle shift in conversation. huh. it’s dizzying how often she changes his opinion of her within a single conversation, but it’s cemented now. there is something taking its toll on her. what isn’t certain is whether or not he really cares enough— no, he does care, he just doesn’t know if elsa is even worth— no, she is worth it. then what’s stopping him? oh right. she is.}}

            _{“And if it even starts to burn, Fed will tell me. Won’t you, Fed?”}

                _{{he smiles broadly over one shoulder, and a furry face sticks his head out the window. he even has a bowtie on his collar. jack really did clean up, even for a fake-date}}

    _{“You can pet him if you want.”}

               _{"Good for you.“}

          _{{finished, she’s done. wants nothing more than a little space to recooperate. or at least for him to walk away in hopes that he doesn’t see ice on the steel she’s so firmly grasping. no, she won’t let it go. the appearance of a pet does nothing more than escalate her anxiety. can’t he just go inside? ugh}}

                           _{"I'm not touching him.”}

              _{{no, she’s certain now what she feels beneath her hands is slick ice. wouldn’t be surprised to see it forming around her heels. her mind went to the worst of places. she’d touch his pet and freeze it – heaven forbid. no, hell no. she wasn’t touching a damn thing.}}

                     _{"Look. I’ve got a call to make, go inside so I don’t have to worry about you making stupid noises or something.“}