The Titan lifts his hands to steady the pile of packages and bags that Bea now has cradled in her arms, the grin remaining just as wide as she chuckles. "Alright," Grant replies with a nod. There is a brief glance down at his shoes and a slight shuffling of his feet, but his dark eyes lift quickly to meet her gaze, a warm if awkward smile on his face.
"Thanks for everything, Bea," Grant replies. "Merry Christmas." There, it's stupid, but he said it. She'll probably laugh. Or bump him with her hip again. Or something. But he really is glad he ran into her nonetheless and isn't sure what he can do to properly thank her - although she'd seemed rather pleased with that kiss.
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Date: 2006-12-12 05:23 am (UTC)"Thanks for everything, Bea," Grant replies. "Merry Christmas." There, it's stupid, but he said it. She'll probably laugh. Or bump him with her hip again. Or something. But he really is glad he ran into her nonetheless and isn't sure what he can do to properly thank her - although she'd seemed rather pleased with that kiss.