[ he all but tugs her back into his lap, and inej allows herself to get comfortable, soaking in the comfort and the feeling of his arms around her waist. ]
Once or twice.
[ she says quietly, resting her head easily against him, tucking herself a bit more comfortably underneath his chin. he tends to be more reserved with his verbal displays of affection, and inej knows part of the reason why. but he shows it in other ways that she understands. it fills her with a ridiculous amount of joy, when he finds her hand to hold while they wait in line for a movie, or when he absently plays with her hair without realizing it.
his love language is different, and still developing. so is hers. she's more than willing to be patient. ]
Feel better?
[ she asks after a moment, letting her fingers run along the sleeve of his shirt, smoothing out a wrinkle that was no doubt caused by her. ]
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Once or twice.
[ she says quietly, resting her head easily against him, tucking herself a bit more comfortably underneath his chin. he tends to be more reserved with his verbal displays of affection, and inej knows part of the reason why. but he shows it in other ways that she understands. it fills her with a ridiculous amount of joy, when he finds her hand to hold while they wait in line for a movie, or when he absently plays with her hair without realizing it.
his love language is different, and still developing. so is hers. she's more than willing to be patient. ]
Feel better?
[ she asks after a moment, letting her fingers run along the sleeve of his shirt, smoothing out a wrinkle that was no doubt caused by her. ]