[This is getting weirder and weirder. A distant part of her wonders where all this almost-affection is coming from; she can count on one hand the times he's just held her, and they've all involved some deep emotional trauma. He's just not an expressive person.
But she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She leans into him, enjoying his warmth and the simplicity of the moment. Everything's been so crazy and complicated and painful recently; it's nice to have at least a few heartbeats of simple pleasure. To that end, she doesn't say a word. Why risk ruining it?]
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But she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She leans into him, enjoying his warmth and the simplicity of the moment. Everything's been so crazy and complicated and painful recently; it's nice to have at least a few heartbeats of simple pleasure. To that end, she doesn't say a word. Why risk ruining it?]