Oh. [/brb, abruptly peering at the design she scarcely paid any attention to before due to fluster factors and long familiarity with weird tattoos. She has to actually physically shake herself in order to draw her attention to why she came, and there are a thousand questions clamouring in her head to be voiced, but... she bites her lip.]
Okay. [And she shifts forward to place her hands on his covered ribs. It'll be harder, but... she can do it.]
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Okay. [And she shifts forward to place her hands on his covered ribs. It'll be harder, but... she can do it.]