[ almost, but not quite. it might be a little impossible to get back to that, even with the current situation. maybe because of the current situation. of course he looks at her and feels the same - she's beautiful, she's smart, she's talented, she's incredible - but with that still comes the discomfort in his gut.
they are not this. that haven't been this for...however long, now. even if her thumb runs over his cheek and it does all kinds of things to his chest but he just allows himself a small smile, before his eyes widen - remembering - and he reaches back to his pocket, pulling out the device after watching her mouth open and then close again.
he pulls it out and shows it to her, waiting for her to pull out her own before typing up a message - needing to say something to her, needing to communicate where he can't misunderstand the way she smiles at him, or presses of her fingers against his face. ]
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they are not this. that haven't been this for...however long, now. even if her thumb runs over his cheek and it does all kinds of things to his chest but he just allows himself a small smile, before his eyes widen - remembering - and he reaches back to his pocket, pulling out the device after watching her mouth open and then close again.
he pulls it out and shows it to her, waiting for her to pull out her own before typing up a message - needing to say something to her, needing to communicate where he can't misunderstand the way she smiles at him, or presses of her fingers against his face. ]
you're okay???