[ Neither of them move for a brief moment. Inej does first, though, straightening up on his desk, clearly determined. In doing so, she closes the gap between them more. His pulse is loud in his ears, a familiar surge of greediness under his skin.
He doesn't have a chance to worry about the past or water dragging him down. Not when she leans in and gently brushes her lips across his, a touch that's there and gone. When she pulls away, he lets out a shuddering sigh, feeling his face heat at how little had done so much. ]
It's an idea. [ Before he moves, he traces his thumb across her knuckles. A parting gift, a possible last touch till all this is through. He steps out of her space then, taking hold of his cane to hobble into his room and pick out a fresh shirt. ]
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Date: 2021-04-30 09:32 pm (UTC)He doesn't have a chance to worry about the past or water dragging him down. Not when she leans in and gently brushes her lips across his, a touch that's there and gone. When she pulls away, he lets out a shuddering sigh, feeling his face heat at how little had done so much. ]
It's an idea. [ Before he moves, he traces his thumb across her knuckles. A parting gift, a possible last touch till all this is through. He steps out of her space then, taking hold of his cane to hobble into his room and pick out a fresh shirt. ]