[ She steps back a little then -- that's. A lot. Something she understood maybe better than anyone. Carefully she caught his hands, lifting them up so she could weave her fingers through his. ]
All the time. It used to be everything I did. [ Her thumb brushed against the back of his hand, and the connection that comes through is one of warmth, acceptance, easiness. ] Is... your friend not the same as you remember?
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All the time. It used to be everything I did. [ Her thumb brushed against the back of his hand, and the connection that comes through is one of warmth, acceptance, easiness. ] Is... your friend not the same as you remember?