Gideon keeps going, her fingertips moving from her wrist to the thin back of Harrow's hand, up her little finger and down, over to her ring--and so on. She keeps her other hand holding tight to the mug, her eyes on the liquid inside. It's easier, right now, not to look at her cavalier.
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Date: 2021-07-09 06:03 pm (UTC)"Quite a bit to make sense of, in that case."