[For someone of his nature, the question feels like a trap.
There are only so many ways he can answer. It doesn't matter in the end, because the words don't come. Rather, the odd feeling that's been building since they drew closer compels his hand to ghost across the sheets between them and settle over hers as he drops his gaze.]
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There are only so many ways he can answer. It doesn't matter in the end, because the words don't come. Rather, the odd feeling that's been building since they drew closer compels his hand to ghost across the sheets between them and settle over hers as he drops his gaze.]