. . .
( a blink. eyes fluttering shut in playful pause. her hands are moving from his tender hold in favor of taking his chin into her palms. )
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⠀⠀( he averted his gaze, rubbing thumbs softly over her knuckles. he puffed out a cheek, heat beginning to reach his ears. )
it doesn’t matter. i’m happy either way.
( there’s laughter - he knows they both look ridiculous. he straightened his posture. )