[ it is such a small thing, the catch of breath, but it makes something inside thor's stomach tighten, not unpleasantly so. the sensation heightens when her fingers find his haw and he ducks his head a little. to make it easier for her hand to reach, ostentatiously. not that she is not tall.
if his gaze strays from his device to her lips, well. it isn't simply because he wishes they could speak. want is a familiar thing, but it surprises him now when he should be focused on so many other things, when worry and responsibility are heavy burdens.
looking at her eases them, for a while. her fingers against his jaw do, too. he wonders if his hand on her shoulder does the same for her. slowly, he lets it trail down her arm, toward her hand.
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if his gaze strays from his device to her lips, well. it isn't simply because he wishes they could speak. want is a familiar thing, but it surprises him now when he should be focused on so many other things, when worry and responsibility are heavy burdens.
looking at her eases them, for a while. her fingers against his jaw do, too. he wonders if his hand on her shoulder does the same for her. slowly, he lets it trail down her arm, toward her hand.
and you, he doesn't type. ]