"Hey." he calls from the doorway, leaning against the frame. He's still not sure what to attach to that 'hey'. Beutiful? Sis? The fact both of those spring immediately to mind in almost the same thought is almost as disturbing as the fact that he has no idea which is even closer to the truth. Its not that he disrespects women, he just has usually had a way with them, at least when it comes to the punk rock scene, which has always led him to be pretty casual.
Pauline, on the other hand, throws him for a constant loop. He knows he wants to protect her, from the world if need be - from the insanity that has come with his change, from the people who already hated his mom, from the bigots outside the shows - but that applies, either way. All he knows is he cares. Its the *how* he cares he can't place, and it ties his brain and guts in knots every damn time.
"You look great. Need any help?"
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