[ouch - the throwback to the early days of them knowing each other is enough to make her flinch. not even all of the drugs yo-yo could score her on the sly had been enough to kill that pain, but thankfully that time's long gone now.]
No, I'm good. [here, she'll prove it - let her hands slip into his and squeeze, even though she takes advantage of the situation to press her face against the crook of his shoulder. he doesn't smell like gasoline and fire right now, it's almost - almost - a sad thing.] Thanks.
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No, I'm good. [here, she'll prove it - let her hands slip into his and squeeze, even though she takes advantage of the situation to press her face against the crook of his shoulder. he doesn't smell like gasoline and fire right now, it's almost - almost - a sad thing.] Thanks.