[He reaches for her outstretched hand without even really giving the action much thought- there hadn't been much room for hesitation before, misery more often than not the outcome of shying away from the touch of another. It's nothing new and it's far less intimate than the stolen moments they had once shared so he reaches out and he laces his fingers with hers, so easily falling back into familiar routine.
It's somehow still a surprise not to feel the warmth of moonlacing though, despite his previous confident assertation that there wasn't any funny business to be found here. But while the stark reminder brought him to a momentary pause he's already made his decision, however subconscious, and she had offered first so there was little point in making a fuss about it now.
He probably needs to work on breaking that habit.]
So how long you been here?
[Months, she'd accused him of missing, but she might have been exaggerating and he knew all too well that time seemed like little more than a joke to places like this.]
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It's somehow still a surprise not to feel the warmth of moonlacing though, despite his previous confident assertation that there wasn't any funny business to be found here. But while the stark reminder brought him to a momentary pause he's already made his decision, however subconscious, and she had offered first so there was little point in making a fuss about it now.
He probably needs to work on breaking that habit.]
So how long you been here?
[Months, she'd accused him of missing, but she might have been exaggerating and he knew all too well that time seemed like little more than a joke to places like this.]