[He had sensed that something was off, at the same time believing that pushing for an answer was the wrong thing to do. It had seemed for a while that the distraction of his bed was enough to dissipate whatever mood clung to her like a second skin.
Now he's aware it didn't, and as relaxed as he is, his focus still sharpens. He strokes a thumb across the center of her palm.]
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Now he's aware it didn't, and as relaxed as he is, his focus still sharpens. He strokes a thumb across the center of her palm.]
Of course. I'm at your disposal.