[ There's a sensation slowly filling him that he hasn't felt in a while, not since almost a year ago, as her fingers brush over his scalp, sift through his hair. He's missed this, and the realization of it leaves a dull ache in his chest.
His hands reach out to brace on the edge of the table at either side of her, his head tilting slightly to give her more hair to work her fingers through if she so chooses to. Joel glances at her, his words quiet: ]
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His hands reach out to brace on the edge of the table at either side of her, his head tilting slightly to give her more hair to work her fingers through if she so chooses to. Joel glances at her, his words quiet: ]
Thought you liked it that way.