[ She says, Stay with me, and he reads volumes of sentences compressed into those three words. It's enough to make him want to ask what sort of place she was in before. But -- No. It's enough that she's here. Enough that she's fine with having him nearby. Her fingertips are cool points on the skin of his wrist. His hand slips out of his pocket on impulse, so he can cover her hand with his. All this time he hadn't let himself dwell too much on the memory of it, the exquisitely simple comfort of being close to her. And now all that nostalgia tumbles out of the mind-closet he'd packed it into. ]
[ (But really, Yin always has a tranquility that appeals to him, especially given the volatile environment he's grown up in. It's more than a Doll's programming. It's her.) ]
[ Very gently, he squeezes her hand -- then tugs in the direction of the kitchen. ] I'll make you something warm to drink. [ Granted, she doesn't need to eat or drink. But that doesn't mean she has to be temperatureless and tepid either. ]
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[ (But really, Yin always has a tranquility that appeals to him, especially given the volatile environment he's grown up in. It's more than a Doll's programming. It's her.) ]
[ Very gently, he squeezes her hand -- then tugs in the direction of the kitchen. ] I'll make you something warm to drink. [ Granted, she doesn't need to eat or drink. But that doesn't mean she has to be temperatureless and tepid either. ]