[ it's different, she reflects, vaguely amused for the simplicity of the thought. But holding his hand is different, his palms larger, his fingers rougher, the gesture itself making her much more aware of him.
... Which is strange, but her voice is smooth enough, and her thoughts seem to have assembled themselves properly. ]
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... Which is strange, but her voice is smooth enough, and her thoughts seem to have assembled themselves properly. ]
Your original sentiment... is not unreturned.