[He can't help but chuckle at how serious she is about it. It's a legitimate request, of course, but the fact that they're talking about it at all is just so surreal.]
I can't help but misbehave a little. Sorry.
[Even when talking or moments when they part because one of them laughs or whatever it goes right back to their lips touching or their noses or their hands. He felt so touch starved that he hadn't even realized it until he was able to touch her - or anyone, for that matter.
His hand drifts back to her side, his thumb rubbing circles against her rib cage. It was his favorite thing to do, tracing his fingertips along her skin. Maybe if he did it enough she would instinctively be able to remember it no matter where he touched her.]
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I can't help but misbehave a little. Sorry.
[Even when talking or moments when they part because one of them laughs or whatever it goes right back to their lips touching or their noses or their hands. He felt so touch starved that he hadn't even realized it until he was able to touch her - or anyone, for that matter.
His hand drifts back to her side, his thumb rubbing circles against her rib cage. It was his favorite thing to do, tracing his fingertips along her skin. Maybe if he did it enough she would instinctively be able to remember it no matter where he touched her.]