Blame it on days in the places they made for the people just like me
He does leave it as a dead weight, for her to do whatever she wanted with it. And truthfully, he doesn’t mind the closeness as she inspects it, smiling softly over at her as she gets closer and closer in his space. “Almost.” He agrees with a knowing look, one that grows more playful. “Be a bit harder for things to shred this one like they did the last one.” He can’t help the breathy laugh that leaves him. Isla works well at drawing him out of his mind, out of the dark pit he’s fallen into.
She leans back after her exam, though, and the smile he offers her is playful and almost boyish. “I could do so many things with it.” He murmurs before he’s focusing on her and leaning into her space a fraction more, reaching over with it to grasp her hand gently, trying to determine the right amount of pressure. “Don’t be sorry.” He offers, pausing before pretending like he isn’t all in her space too. “Haven’t tried any grip tests yet. Not sure how to get it to work just like the real thing.” Perhaps she has ideas.
She leans back after her exam, though, and the smile he offers her is playful and almost boyish. “I could do so many things with it.” He murmurs before he’s focusing on her and leaning into her space a fraction more, reaching over with it to grasp her hand gently, trying to determine the right amount of pressure. “Don’t be sorry.” He offers, pausing before pretending like he isn’t all in her space too. “Haven’t tried any grip tests yet. Not sure how to get it to work just like the real thing.” Perhaps she has ideas.
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