[ ...oh, it's like that, is it? She... hadn't been sure. She'd thought, with everything, that maybe she'd been the only one who missed being close. What he lets her see when he meets her eyes tells her that is very much not the case. Nina draws in a quiet breath, her lips parting slightly.
She wants to step closer and take hold of the lapels of his jacket and lean into his space. She wants to tell him that if he doesn't want to look at hers, she can look at his, and maybe they can find a quiet, private place where they can each inspect the other's marks. She wants to rest her head against his chest and feel the beating of his heart and know it's beating is for her, while she presses his hand against her heart and he knows the same is true for him.
Instead, she compromises. He gave her what she needed, she can do the same for him. Raising one shoulder slightly, her hand still loosely gripping her blouse closed, a slightly vulnerable, slightly wry expression on her face, Nina asks: ] Is it a small, light purple mark, about the size of a finger print?
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She wants to step closer and take hold of the lapels of his jacket and lean into his space. She wants to tell him that if he doesn't want to look at hers, she can look at his, and maybe they can find a quiet, private place where they can each inspect the other's marks. She wants to rest her head against his chest and feel the beating of his heart and know it's beating is for her, while she presses his hand against her heart and he knows the same is true for him.
Instead, she compromises. He gave her what she needed, she can do the same for him. Raising one shoulder slightly, her hand still loosely gripping her blouse closed, a slightly vulnerable, slightly wry expression on her face, Nina asks: ] Is it a small, light purple mark, about the size of a finger print?