[ Jake still trembled, soaked clothing cold and clinging to his skin, but he focused on Namora, and that somehow made it bearable. He grins, though his shivering puts it off a bit. ]
Better than perfect.
[ Jake gazes up at her as he is set down, and he stubbornly reaches up, slowly flexing his fingers, watching her hair curl around the digits. It might just be the cold and his fragile mental state, but he can't contain himself. ]
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Better than perfect.
[ Jake gazes up at her as he is set down, and he stubbornly reaches up, slowly flexing his fingers, watching her hair curl around the digits. It might just be the cold and his fragile mental state, but he can't contain himself. ]
Namora -- still so beautiful...