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[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey, what's up? It's me, do the message thing.

[BEEEP]

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Re: 147, late

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a quiet sound, a wordless affirmative - strokes his thumb along the back of her knuckles, gentle.]

Re: 147, late

[unbr8kable]

[Her fingers flex into the touch, and her sigh flutters his hair. At length stretches a little, so that her ankle brushes his]

Re: 147, late

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He presses into that, too, like he's grateful for the contact - shifts his leg, so that the place where they're touching is a little wider, the contact a little firmer.]

Re: 147, late

[unbr8kable]

[Settles, then, once it seems like he’s not interested in pulling away]

Re: 147, late

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Breathes out, slow and shaky. His thumbs keeps up its gentle rhythm, back and forth, forth and back.]

[A little more of the tension in him seems to ease; she can probably feel the difference when he relaxes, from this close.]

Re: 147, late

[unbr8kable]

[She relaxes as he does, gradual, heart rate slowing to something less skittish. Eventually lets her eyes fall shut]

Re: 147, late

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His fall closed, too, eventually - less by choice, and more because it's impossible to keep them open any longer.]