there was something to be said to that playful (?? playful?) phrase, but it's brushed to the side by manuela's touch. oz blinks, something awkward in the way he processes and settles into it, keeping his gaze on her. unflinching and unbending, even through the slight uncertainty. ]
... I am not used to it.
[ in some ways, that is the admission, the secret. that it is still odd to be given things after all this time, in this way. ]
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there was something to be said to that playful (?? playful?) phrase, but it's brushed to the side by manuela's touch. oz blinks, something awkward in the way he processes and settles into it, keeping his gaze on her. unflinching and unbending, even through the slight uncertainty. ]
... I am not used to it.
[ in some ways, that is the admission, the secret. that it is still odd to be given things after all this time, in this way. ]