[well, that's one way to end a moment. Martin's jostled a bit as she rushes over to deal with the stove. still a bit dazed from the weight of the moment, he untangles his fingers from his hair and looks to where she's fussing, slow to understand the problem.
after a moment to understand, he slides out of the chair and goes to grab the roll of paper towels on the counter nearest him, pulling a handful out before setting the roll in Cassandra's reach. from there he crouches, wiping up what dribbled on the floor by her feet, still quiet, making a point to bite on the inside of his cheek to keep quiet. better that way -- he's got a lot to think about. all those things she said...]
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after a moment to understand, he slides out of the chair and goes to grab the roll of paper towels on the counter nearest him, pulling a handful out before setting the roll in Cassandra's reach. from there he crouches, wiping up what dribbled on the floor by her feet, still quiet, making a point to bite on the inside of his cheek to keep quiet. better that way -- he's got a lot to think about. all those things she said...]