Okay. [ again: ] Alright, I'll... later. I'll do it.
[ his gaze, previously averted, is now equally (as equal as humanly possible, anyway) focused on hers; he looks relieved, bewondered. taking a step close, he runs his fingers between the cords and coils of her hair. ]
[ she allows it without resistance at first, but after a moment, reaches up to still him, cool metal fingers closing around his wrist-- not harsh, but never entirely gentle either. ]
[ it makes her pause, as if she hadn't expected the gesture-- or as if, maybe, it's different to her somehow. because in her mind, she has a memory of what his skin feels like, even if she's incapable of feeling it now.
at length, in her plain, straight-forward way: ]
Does this mean that you still love me, Madison Jeffries?
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[ his gaze, previously averted, is now equally (as equal as humanly possible, anyway) focused on hers; he looks relieved, bewondered. taking a step close, he runs his fingers between the cords and coils of her hair. ]
S-sorry. Shoulda done it sooner.
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Why have you changed your mind?
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I didn't know I'd feel so sick, just by missin' you. Now? I see it.
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I see.
I was uncertain of how you felt.
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I think I just needed a wake-up call.
[ the press of his lips to hers is a fleeting one. it's not all that passionate, but it is sincere―loving, definitely.
he's now looking at her in question, after quietly moving away. ]
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at length, in her plain, straight-forward way: ]
Does this mean that you still love me, Madison Jeffries?