[Confusion flickered across his face, darkened his eyes. One hand remained at her hip while the other cupped the side of her face, his fingers slipping from her hair. He studied her for a moment, eyebrows knit together in thought as though he struggled to understand the question.]
Why?
[It was an echo, more than anything, but with the question between them now, he honestly wasn't sure.
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Why?
[It was an echo, more than anything, but with the question between them now, he honestly wasn't sure.
Why?
Why did anyone do this, anyway?]
... it feels right. Doesn't it feel right?