[The moment the door swings open, Carolina feels some of that anxiety melt away, especially at the sight of the spatula. She offers a slight smile in return, not quite full but still a good attempt. As he reaches toward her, she tries to keep still, reminding herself that it's not a bad thing to be touched, but then he pulls his hand back. Her smile dims just slightly as she steps across the threshold.
His words still aren't easy to hear, even after a couple days of trying to settle things, but she still nods.] You too.
[Just the smell of whatever's cooking entices her to give her best effort here tonight. He really wants to have dinner, it's not a joke to him, she's not a joke to him.] Smells good.
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His words still aren't easy to hear, even after a couple days of trying to settle things, but she still nods.] You too.
[Just the smell of whatever's cooking entices her to give her best effort here tonight. He really wants to have dinner, it's not a joke to him, she's not a joke to him.] Smells good.