Seeing that Billy continued to be in a good mood and wasn't actually mad at her was just about the best thing that Val could've asked for at this point. The guilt was already eating her up, but slowly, that turned into just a small nibble. Then, as he went to get cleaned up, she sat down and waited for the cat she'd adopted months ago to curl up in her lap. It didn't take long for that to happen, nor did it take much longer for her mind to calm down. There was no way she wouldn't continue to feel a bit bad about what she'd done, but...maybe self-flagellation wasn't the way to go.
When he called out, she nearly leapt up, and it was only the cat's presence that made her get up carefully. At some point, she'd actually have to name it, she realised.
"Towels are easy," she shouted back, "they're just around the corner, in the...oh, right. Yea." Indeed, they were just around the corner from the bathroom. Right where she could see if he were to step out. Whoops. "Hang on, hang on. I'll find one for you."
If only she had a big, pink, fluffy thing that she could hand him. That would be grand. Not only were those things usually an eyesore, but they were pretty bad at being towels - which is why she didn't have any around. Instead, she grabbed a normal, light grey one, and knocked on the door, very deliberately facing the other way as she held it out.
"Here you go. Next time, remember the towel before you're dripping wet, will you?"
Okay, so maybe she could see a little, out of the corner of her eye. But she had to, she told herself. Otherwise she wouldn't know when to let go of the towel.
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Date: 2017-11-07 05:56 am (UTC)When he called out, she nearly leapt up, and it was only the cat's presence that made her get up carefully. At some point, she'd actually have to name it, she realised.
"Towels are easy," she shouted back, "they're just around the corner, in the...oh, right. Yea." Indeed, they were just around the corner from the bathroom. Right where she could see if he were to step out. Whoops. "Hang on, hang on. I'll find one for you."
If only she had a big, pink, fluffy thing that she could hand him. That would be grand. Not only were those things usually an eyesore, but they were pretty bad at being towels - which is why she didn't have any around. Instead, she grabbed a normal, light grey one, and knocked on the door, very deliberately facing the other way as she held it out.
"Here you go. Next time, remember the towel before you're dripping wet, will you?"
Okay, so maybe she could see a little, out of the corner of her eye. But she had to, she told herself. Otherwise she wouldn't know when to let go of the towel.