Lupus In Fabula

[Reeves]

A light squeeze was provided on contact, as if out of gratitude for accepting his invitation. "But you changed your mind." A statement made with a similar lack of elaboration and context to that of his counterpart. The lingering silence thereafter was a sign that he was thinking, at least it seemed like he was, it was possible he was just running on idle and passing the time.

"How are you feeling? Our last trip wasn't so pleasant for you." He could recall it all in perfect sequence, as clear and pristine has living through the tableau of moments for the first time, though confined to recollection. "You pride yourself on being an unreadable mystery, but every so often there's something that peers out from behind that curtain of obscurity. It's when you're the most pleasant to be around, and you use it strategically - never too much, never too little. Enough to garner continued interest." While this latter statement bore no question, she was being queried with some subtlety as to whether that was what she sought from him by committing to this.

He tilted his head soon after, changing the way the dim light fell clumsily down across his face, resembling a shift in tone. It brought added emphasis to his hair, the top half of which was somewhat messy, particularly the portion towards the back of his head. Her hands had been there not so long ago, and the tender curvature of her fingers and their grip was visible in how it had settled in the present. Besides this however, he moved very little, if at all.

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