His gaze rakes over her face as though the answer lives there, trying to think straight long enough to choose.
'Dunno,' he says, eventually.
'I mean, I do. But-'
He brings his hand up, fingertips over her stomach until he's cupping a breast in his palm and visibly struggling with want.
'-at this point, I think it might be me who wants to feel better. An' I know I'm not planning on going anywhere after. But I do have to leave eventually, an' maybe doing this'll make it worse. For you, I mean.'
For him, too, but he'll have distractions. He's not stuck here.
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His gaze rakes over her face as though the answer lives there, trying to think straight long enough to choose.
'Dunno,' he says, eventually.
'I mean, I do. But-'
He brings his hand up, fingertips over her stomach until he's cupping a breast in his palm and visibly struggling with want.
'-at this point, I think it might be me who wants to feel better. An' I know I'm not planning on going anywhere after. But I do have to leave eventually, an' maybe doing this'll make it worse. For you, I mean.'
For him, too, but he'll have distractions. He's not stuck here.
'I don' know if the Bar'll let me back, Alex.'