[ There's a muffled noise of protest as she's tugged off her feet and onto the bed beside him. She's still not moving her hands though. There's no way he can make her.
It doesn't matter that she can make out the tiniest smile on his face, the question is enough to give her reason for pause. Like she's about to walk into something that she isn't prepared to walk into. Like she's forgotten something incredibly important but she can't for the life of her remember what. ]
A lot isn't very comforting. Neither is that question. [ There's a pause before she slowly lowers her hands, searching his face for something. ] Did I do something wrong?
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It doesn't matter that she can make out the tiniest smile on his face, the question is enough to give her reason for pause. Like she's about to walk into something that she isn't prepared to walk into. Like she's forgotten something incredibly important but she can't for the life of her remember what. ]
A lot isn't very comforting. Neither is that question. [ There's a pause before she slowly lowers her hands, searching his face for something. ] Did I do something wrong?