[And the edge of her mouth pulls up into a grin despite everything, (negative reinforcement is her favorite kind) chases the arc of his hands till hers are at his back pockets instead. A routine habit more than any genuine desire to cause trouble, it affords her the chance to settle in against him in the dark-- feel something solid in her hands-- while everything else feels two steps away from disaster.
She thinks briefly about asking why he'd ducked out. Tosses the idea entirely. It's in the past; doesn't matter. ]
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She thinks briefly about asking why he'd ducked out. Tosses the idea entirely. It's in the past; doesn't matter. ]