[ he doesn't know what to make of it, either. he still remembers the feeling of a knife against his throat, of her telling him not to get familiar. he remembers, but it holds little threat to him right now. not enough to keep him from wanting to be closer. from settling on the bed instead of in one of the chairs once they are in her room, or from letting his thumb brush her fingers and lingering a moment too long when he takes the jar from her. ]
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You have a table.
[ his room doesn't, so. congratulations? ]