[The angle of her wrist goes faintly resistant as he moves to draw her away - to draw away from her. It isn't so dramatic as all that, naturally; he's gentle about it, careful where he could very well be jerking back like she'd scorched him. But still she--
Doesn't know. Flicks her eyes from him, gaze searching the nearby wood grain of the cabinet. Then back: to the sleeve of his shirt, to the place where his vest sets across it, to the line of his jaw rough as it is.]
Of course.
[Because naturally. She loosens her fingers from his sleeve. Shifts her hand down to her side.]
no subject
Doesn't know. Flicks her eyes from him, gaze searching the nearby wood grain of the cabinet. Then back: to the sleeve of his shirt, to the place where his vest sets across it, to the line of his jaw rough as it is.]
Of course.
[Because naturally. She loosens her fingers from his sleeve. Shifts her hand down to her side.]