[ Her head reaches the angle of a firm tilt, some still-conscientious part of the back of her mind running the numbers on what the probability is that he hasn't yet realized he's holding onto her despite her calling attention to it.
She'd be well and truly concerned if she weren't so easily distracted at the moment. Now that he's within easy reach, her eyes wander just enough for her to remember that she's always really wondered what those spikey parts of his hair feel like. Her hand's just starting to drift up as she admits an, ]
I suppose you're right.
[ And it's probably a real feat that he's managed to be more important to her than sating her completely apropos of nothing curiosity, because her arm falters and stops as she shifts her gaze back to him, accusing gently, ]
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She'd be well and truly concerned if she weren't so easily distracted at the moment. Now that he's within easy reach, her eyes wander just enough for her to remember that she's always really wondered what those spikey parts of his hair feel like. Her hand's just starting to drift up as she admits an, ]
I suppose you're right.
[ And it's probably a real feat that he's managed to be more important to her than sating her completely apropos of nothing curiosity, because her arm falters and stops as she shifts her gaze back to him, accusing gently, ]
Still... you seem-- different.