[ She is like a whirlwind of clothing and teenage emotions once she shuts - and locks - that apartment door behind her. Getting changed in an empty living room with her Norse God of a boyfriend like maybe 20 feet away outside should be -- actually, no, it's just about as goddamn weird as it should be. The nervous giggling that escapes her about halfway through putting on one sock threatens to dissolve her into a heap of frayed nerves, and it takes her a few extra moments to regain a center of calm.
You know. Relative calm.
When she steps out of the apartment again she looks far more like her normal self. Thor, despite not having seen her for two years, did a pretty good job of picking out clothing that would fit her, though the shoes and shirt are a bit oversize. They'll do the job, though, and they stay on her body, at least. Much warmer - and now more self-assured with far less awkward skin showing - Jane approaches him again, and her smile says so much. Nervousness, excitement, gratitude, relief, uncertainty... ]
Okay. Let's -- try that again?
[ She takes another small half-step towards him, putting them rather ... close. It's nostalgic and a little thrilling, how much she has to tilt her head back to look up at him. ]
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You know. Relative calm.
When she steps out of the apartment again she looks far more like her normal self. Thor, despite not having seen her for two years, did a pretty good job of picking out clothing that would fit her, though the shoes and shirt are a bit oversize. They'll do the job, though, and they stay on her body, at least. Much warmer - and now more self-assured with far less awkward skin showing - Jane approaches him again, and her smile says so much. Nervousness, excitement, gratitude, relief, uncertainty... ]
Okay. Let's -- try that again?
[ She takes another small half-step towards him, putting them rather ... close. It's nostalgic and a little thrilling, how much she has to tilt her head back to look up at him. ]
So. Hi.