[Tired as anything, still resting her head on one hand, she holds up her other hand, pinky out.]
It's a deal.
[...he was the one who introduced her to this, after all. Right before he'd gone on a draft, and she'd made him promise to stick with people and not go off and fight on his own. The return of this - entirely foreign to her - gesture is one that's brought on by their closeness right now, the tearing down of her barriers due to weariness, and probably some sort of subconscious association of the gesture with him.
She doesn't think about it, doesn't feel awkward about it until her hand is extended towards him like that.]
no subject
It's a deal.
[...he was the one who introduced her to this, after all. Right before he'd gone on a draft, and she'd made him promise to stick with people and not go off and fight on his own. The return of this - entirely foreign to her - gesture is one that's brought on by their closeness right now, the tearing down of her barriers due to weariness, and probably some sort of subconscious association of the gesture with him.
She doesn't think about it, doesn't feel awkward about it until her hand is extended towards him like that.]