[Just another chuckle, because no. There is no escaping. Not anymore.
But then it's his turn to turn a little somber at her words, staring at her for a moment before his hand rises to brush his fingertips against her skin and hair in a soft caress.]
Perhaps that's true... But even there I wasn't so relaxed.
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But then it's his turn to turn a little somber at her words, staring at her for a moment before his hand rises to brush his fingertips against her skin and hair in a soft caress.]
Perhaps that's true... But even there I wasn't so relaxed.
[A light brush of his nose against hers.]
Not like this.