He never remarks upon the lace sleeves but he notices them, studies them. It’s likely a subconscious action on Watson’s part but he feels the parallels with his self-inking. Joan isn’t too conservative for a tattoo; maybe a few months ago he would have thought otherwise, but he knows her now, sometimes better than she knows herself. There’s a desire, she probably hasn’t even fully-realised yet, to find her own way to decorate her skin. The lace is beautiful, understated and encompasses Joan’s self so completely it makes him glad she didn’t accept his offer of a tattoo.
Still he finds himself drawn to her in a new light, suddenly desperate to discover all the ways her beauty could be magnified.
(Fuente: bellamyyoung, vía haleizm)