[he doesn't see her until she's already in the kitchen, scooping up the bowl and placing it aside. he immediately jerks back, eyes widening in shock. . . which quickly melts into something akin to shame]
[he looks away, and rubs the back of his neck (or. . . what he thinks is the back of his neck, but is in reality closer to the back of his head), hand slipping into his pocket]
no subject
[he looks away, and rubs the back of his neck (or. . . what he thinks is the back of his neck, but is in reality closer to the back of his head), hand slipping into his pocket]
I could've. . . I was going to get that.