[ she pulls back reluctantly, just a second or two after he does. if he's given them three seconds of reprieve, she's taken four or five. her hand reaches for his once they've separated, a familiar gesture turning into a needy one now that she wants him close. it wasn't long ago that she'd taken his hand as they'd wandered through the pet store, a touch met with the same knowing look he gave her every time she was affectionate with him in public.
she can practically see the wheels turning in his head whenever she does it under normal circumstances, as if he's accepting the appearance of a relationship that she's already lost track of. it's been weeks since her inclination to touch him has needed the prompting of their cover. ] I was -
[ worried about him. afraid he'd gotten hurt in the crowd of the infected. wondering how long it'd be before they saw each other again. whatever she was, she gestures in the direction of the store they're looking for.] It's this way.
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she can practically see the wheels turning in his head whenever she does it under normal circumstances, as if he's accepting the appearance of a relationship that she's already lost track of. it's been weeks since her inclination to touch him has needed the prompting of their cover. ] I was -
[ worried about him. afraid he'd gotten hurt in the crowd of the infected. wondering how long it'd be before they saw each other again. whatever she was, she gestures in the direction of the store they're looking for.] It's this way.