Avon’s face here is a perfect description of why I love B7.
After Avon’s hopeless “I am just so much cleverer than you, and aloof and very cold and mean” elaborate flirt with Blake that he planned for ‘a couple of hours’, he can’t help but abandon all pretenses and go for a little cuddle when the ship is hit by a green laser
I love the fact that this is pretty much routine with these two. Avon bitches to Blake about how he doesn’t need
his burly Welsh rebelcock him, the Liberator wobbles, AVON CLINGS TO BLAKE FOR DEAR LIFE.