His fingers stay on his, a little drag in the same motion he'd made earlier when they'd been talking. A reminder that he'd noticed. ]
I had a feeling that we were being watched. Best to be boring enough that there's nothing to see.
[ This is better, hidden away. He can slot up against him, fingers on his, like offering him some form of temptation. Fit together, it's hard to say if they always would have fit, or if they were contorting around each other like wrought iron, digging metal thorns into one another, trying to hold on. He looks up at him with that unblinking, blackened eye, a quirk of his lips, almost that shark's smile. ]
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His lips twitch, reflexive, almost uncertain. ]
Oh, much better.
[ Especially since...
His fingers stay on his, a little drag in the same motion he'd made earlier when they'd been talking. A reminder that he'd noticed. ]
I had a feeling that we were being watched. Best to be boring enough that there's nothing to see.
[ This is better, hidden away. He can slot up against him, fingers on his, like offering him some form of temptation. Fit together, it's hard to say if they always would have fit, or if they were contorting around each other like wrought iron, digging metal thorns into one another, trying to hold on. He looks up at him with that unblinking, blackened eye, a quirk of his lips, almost that shark's smile. ]
Don't you think?