[Gai lets out a quiet little sound when her nose makes contact with the skin of his neck; though he tries to rein in the shiver that also results from that, he isn't quite successful, and the hand on her back stills for a moment before resuming its slow, repetitive motions. They both need this contact right now, he knows that much. Something loving, something kind, not something that's meant to hurt.
Which is why he isn't at all surprised by what she says next. Instead, he manages a crooked little smile at her, an attempt at being reassuring.]
No, I think that's the most normal thing either one of us has said yet.
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Which is why he isn't at all surprised by what she says next. Instead, he manages a crooked little smile at her, an attempt at being reassuring.]
No, I think that's the most normal thing either one of us has said yet.