( the movement itself was entirely involuntary, though he doesn't think he would have stopped it even if he'd been able to; touching her, even in the smallest ways, seems so damned natural that he almost wonders what he'd done with his hands before that level of permission. but she looks startled — maybe for all the reasons he isn't thinking about, not just then — but as the mug in front of her requires her attention, so does his own, and he takes another small sip.
he does huff out a bit of a small laugh, attempting to regain some of his previous nonchalance ( that had somehow disbanded the moment he'd touched her, funny how that happens ), the line of his mouth pulling into something a familiar grin that almost borders on a smirk. ) Ain't ever gonna be too far away, I don't think. (from you, he doesn't say, but at least there's some measure of restraint here. sheesh. )
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he does huff out a bit of a small laugh, attempting to regain some of his previous nonchalance ( that had somehow disbanded the moment he'd touched her, funny how that happens ), the line of his mouth pulling into something a familiar grin that almost borders on a smirk. ) Ain't ever gonna be too far away, I don't think. ( from you, he doesn't say, but at least there's some measure of restraint here. sheesh. )
So we can help each other out. How's that?