[cheek resting on a loose fist, propped up on one elbow - he watches her with a lop-sided smile, staring at her hands and the steam that begins to lazily lift itself from the cup. his other hand still rests at the small of her back (a leftover from his terrible capture), and he gently rubs his fingers there.]
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[cheek resting on a loose fist, propped up on one elbow - he watches her with a lop-sided smile, staring at her hands and the steam that begins to lazily lift itself from the cup. his other hand still rests at the small of her back (a leftover from his terrible capture), and he gently rubs his fingers there.]
There had to be some reason I stick around.