[He steps back when her hands leave, and -- thank jesus, he's still got enough self-control not to make his even more awkward below the belt; god, god, this is not how he expected this meeting to go. He can't stop the red from burning his cheeks as he turns a little away, trying to play casual. Elle had never made him so anxious, but she was natural, she was just a fixture in his life back then that felt like it had a familial belonging. He never questioned her holding him when he was pissed, or touching his shoulders.
He never dreamed about having sex with her, either, or feeling like her touch would melt him into a pathetic little manpuddle. Nononono, stop it, just stop it.
The poker deck is still gripped in his hand.]
So -- you --
Card game?
[Master at the english language, this one. He holds up the gift she'd given, willing himself to ignore some well-overdue hormones raging behind a friendly, thin smile. Just fight the instinct away, man.]
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He never dreamed about having sex with her, either, or feeling like her touch would melt him into a pathetic little manpuddle. Nononono, stop it, just stop it.
The poker deck is still gripped in his hand.]
So -- you --
Card game?
[Master at the english language, this one. He holds up the gift she'd given, willing himself to ignore some well-overdue hormones raging behind a friendly, thin smile. Just fight the instinct away, man.]