▲: leaning your head against their shoulder.

a quick glance at the clock would tell regina it was quarter to midnight, while a quick glance around the room would afford her a look at the catastrophe they had created. the alternating tiles were flooded beneath at least half of an inch of water, killian on the floor with his head beneath the counter, and regina leaning against the wall, legs crossed on the floor behind him. they were soaked from head to toe, and once the water supply was cut once more, he plopped next to her. a weary head fell onto her shoulder and an utterance about the impossibility of it all heard in her ear.

‘   can i call a plumber, now ?   ’   her snark loses a bit of its edge when she’s groggy, the words a quiet rasp in the otherwise silent kitchen.   ‘   or should i just accept my fate and convert the sink into a fountain ?   ’   she yawns throughout the end of the sentence, her head gently falling to the side to rest against his.