[quiet and comfortable. quiet, idiot, quiet. and he lets his mind settle, focusing on the feeling of her pulse rather than the incessant thoughts that usually seemed to carry him away. with them always came the highs and lows of emotions, and moments he had to remind himself not to get carried away in its waves. it's easier now, when he has something to keep him in reality.]
One a second, in time.
[to the time. exactly that far apart. he doesn't move back when she speaks, instead he stays close, his fingers still on her wrist.]
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One a second, in time.
[to the time. exactly that far apart. he doesn't move back when she speaks, instead he stays close, his fingers still on her wrist.]
Are all of you like this? Or just you?