[ He gladly rests his forehead against hers in turn, glad to just breathe her in for a moment. He regretted very few things when he climbed into that plane, but the thought of never seeing her again was the worst. Every gentle touch of hers he leans into, holding still so that she has all the access she likes. Just her physicality is enough for him. ]
Trust me, I don't believe it either. [ The mark she touches itches a bit, but otherwise he doesn't hurt; it fades even as her fingers skate across the skin, leaving only a red ripple in its wake. ] Let's go somewhere a little more quiet before we lose our heads.
[ He hasn't realized she's been here longer than him. Or that she's lived a century without him. ]
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Trust me, I don't believe it either. [ The mark she touches itches a bit, but otherwise he doesn't hurt; it fades even as her fingers skate across the skin, leaving only a red ripple in its wake. ] Let's go somewhere a little more quiet before we lose our heads.
[ He hasn't realized she's been here longer than him. Or that she's lived a century without him. ]