[He likes her little gift. Grace can't help but smile, drawing no attention to what she sees in his eyes besides taking a half-step closer. Too close to be standing together in a museum, but they might as well be the only two people in the place. One hand on his chest still, the other presses the vial into his palm, closing his fingers over it. There, she lets her own remain, giving his hand a squeeze.]
I'll miss yours.
[He doesn't sing, but she's grown used to that Birmingham accent and the way it rolls so smoothly out of his chest. Most of all she'll miss him and those smiles she can coax out of him, but Grace doesn't make it a point to draw attention to it, worried she might scare them away as if he doesn't realize he does it. She's already looking forward to the smile that will greet her when she returns.
No need to dwell on the time until then.]
Now, how am I going to get by without you? I take it you didn't bring me anything.
[It wasn't expected, and so she's only daring to tease him, evident with the exaggerated lift of her brows. There's no forgetting Tommy Shelby, especially after what they've experienced together.]
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I'll miss yours.
[He doesn't sing, but she's grown used to that Birmingham accent and the way it rolls so smoothly out of his chest. Most of all she'll miss him and those smiles she can coax out of him, but Grace doesn't make it a point to draw attention to it, worried she might scare them away as if he doesn't realize he does it. She's already looking forward to the smile that will greet her when she returns.
No need to dwell on the time until then.]
Now, how am I going to get by without you? I take it you didn't bring me anything.
[It wasn't expected, and so she's only daring to tease him, evident with the exaggerated lift of her brows. There's no forgetting Tommy Shelby, especially after what they've experienced together.]