[ a force of habit... sure. she'll take that answer for now, even though they both know that wasn't what she was asking for in the first place. she wants to kick herself for not asking outright, but like he surmised, this isn't the time and place for anything too heartfelt. it just doesn't feel right. ]
No, don't, just-- [ she lifts a hand to press his hand onto her head, an excuse to make him stay a while. ] In a minute. I think it's working.
[ the headache does dissipate in a few more seconds, but ishmael's also just... desperate. she doesn't want him to stop doing this - ever. no matter what they are to one another.
but of course, a minute passes, and she has no choice but to put his hand down carefully, holding him by the index finger. ]
...There. [ she gives him a weak smile, the corners of her mouth not reaching her eyes. ] Thank you.
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No, don't, just-- [ she lifts a hand to press his hand onto her head, an excuse to make him stay a while. ] In a minute. I think it's working.
[ the headache does dissipate in a few more seconds, but ishmael's also just... desperate. she doesn't want him to stop doing this - ever. no matter what they are to one another.
but of course, a minute passes, and she has no choice but to put his hand down carefully, holding him by the index finger. ]
...There. [ she gives him a weak smile, the corners of her mouth not reaching her eyes. ] Thank you.