[ One hand lifts off of the table and his fingers brush along the side of her arm, trailing up and up until they touch against stray strands of hair. He takes them between his fingers, feels the texture. ]
... what's brought this up?
[ It has him curious, as much as he wants to tell her how much he's missed her. ]
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[ One hand lifts off of the table and his fingers brush along the side of her arm, trailing up and up until they touch against stray strands of hair. He takes them between his fingers, feels the texture. ]
... what's brought this up?
[ It has him curious, as much as he wants to tell her how much he's missed her. ]
You worried I might find someone here?