[ she can feel him struggling. that something from his past is interrupting his focus, and as his fingers brush against her shoulder, she draws in a quiet breath. the skin-to-skin contact feels . . . calming, for some reason. soothing, something that she's never associated with touch.
it's almost dizzying, the relief that she doesn't panic. or bolt, or shove him away, or find herself unable to breathe. if anything, she wants to lean forward, and wrap her arms around his waist, bury her face into his chest, to seek more comfort.
but she doesn't have time to think, or focus on it, because his breathing shifts. and though inej doesn't really know why, she can feel the tension vibrating off of him. ]
Kaz.
[ it's whispered, her tone quiet, and she shifts a hand to place along his ribs, fingers curling into his shirt a little, to try and keep him in the moment. her fingers press into his side a little -- not quite a jab, like in the prison wagon going into the ice court, but to prod him a little bit into realizing that they were here. ]
Stay with me. Hm?
[ and she tilts her head a little, to catch his gaze. ]
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Date: 2021-02-19 05:47 pm (UTC)it's almost dizzying, the relief that she doesn't panic. or bolt, or shove him away, or find herself unable to breathe. if anything, she wants to lean forward, and wrap her arms around his waist, bury her face into his chest, to seek more comfort.
but she doesn't have time to think, or focus on it, because his breathing shifts. and though inej doesn't really know why, she can feel the tension vibrating off of him. ]
Kaz.
[ it's whispered, her tone quiet, and she shifts a hand to place along his ribs, fingers curling into his shirt a little, to try and keep him in the moment. her fingers press into his side a little -- not quite a jab, like in the prison wagon going into the ice court, but to prod him a little bit into realizing that they were here. ]
Stay with me. Hm?
[ and she tilts her head a little, to catch his gaze. ]
Are you okay?