[ the smoke hardly bothers her now, where once she'd rolled her eyes and leaned away each time he dared to light one up in the infirmary. like everything else about him, it's become like a second skin, an extension of herself. it's why she doesn't even feel bad when she reaches out again, taking his hand to twist it around and stub that newly lit cigarette out against the grain of wood. ]
Yeah, because I've had so many reasons to show them before.
[ his hand still in hers, she gives it a little tug, in time to the challenging arch of her brow. ]
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Yeah, because I've had so many reasons to show them before.
[ his hand still in hers, she gives it a little tug, in time to the challenging arch of her brow. ]
You have to join me if you want to see more.