[ Well, she doesn't want to take the book from him when he's still reading it. It's rude and it might be the only polite etiquette Parker will ever show following.
She watches him silently, leaning forward slightly on her arms. The wave of pangs and metallic pain is deeply contained in her, but there's still-- a brush from it, like the sensation of a bug crawling on your skin but when you look at it, it's not there anymore. She pushes it further down every time she feels it coming back up, like keeping sickness at bay on a fast moving train. ]
Are you practising? [ There's a pause. ] Do you want to? [ She says, with a shrug. It might not be direct, but it never is with Parker, having to be read between the lines. And it says she is offering herself up as a practice point. ]
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She watches him silently, leaning forward slightly on her arms. The wave of pangs and metallic pain is deeply contained in her, but there's still-- a brush from it, like the sensation of a bug crawling on your skin but when you look at it, it's not there anymore. She pushes it further down every time she feels it coming back up, like keeping sickness at bay on a fast moving train. ]
Are you practising? [ There's a pause. ] Do you want to? [ She says, with a shrug. It might not be direct, but it never is with Parker, having to be read between the lines. And it says she is offering herself up as a practice point. ]