[And he'd pretend in turn that he didn't notice, but he does, and he looks up for a second before he can catch himself, lips parted in what was going to be a question, but it never quite makes it into words. Instead, realization of what he's doing strikes him, and his gaze shoots back down.
He still doesn't stop, though. Just fixes his gaze back to her hand in his, and smooths out what little hasn't been gently rubbed into her skin.]
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He still doesn't stop, though. Just fixes his gaze back to her hand in his, and smooths out what little hasn't been gently rubbed into her skin.]
Good.