[ Just look. Wow. Every cell in his body remembers what it was like to be pressed very, very close to hers and he suppresses the shiver. Matthias folds his arms, looking at a prop moving towards the stage suddenly like it's incredibly fascinating, then at the space between his feet. He draws his shoulders up, but bunches, all his corners close to himself. ]
[ He can look. Honestly. It's not like something is about to explode. ]
Yes, what?
[ Deliberately, he turns only for her sightline, looking into her eyes. ]
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[ He can look. Honestly. It's not like something is about to explode. ]
Yes, what?
[ Deliberately, he turns only for her sightline, looking into her eyes. ]