[ He snorts quietly, attention caught by the trace of her fingers. It's easy for him to loose focus or become a little too twitchy, but there's a certain calm being with her brings. Grace seems to have the same effect. Maybe it's family, or being well removed from his collection of hats, which honestly speaking having been doing him many favors. ]
...that's not who I am. Not anymore.
[ His free hand lifts to comb her hair back over her shoulder, an excuse to let his touch linger on her, too. They're both bad about letting go...likely owing to a life of needing to. She's right in thinking that if their roles had been reversed he'd have been just as unhappy, and likely a good deal less reasonable.
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[ He snorts quietly, attention caught by the trace of her fingers. It's easy for him to loose focus or become a little too twitchy, but there's a certain calm being with her brings. Grace seems to have the same effect. Maybe it's family, or being well removed from his collection of hats, which honestly speaking having been doing him many favors. ]
...that's not who I am. Not anymore.
[ His free hand lifts to comb her hair back over her shoulder, an excuse to let his touch linger on her, too. They're both bad about letting go...likely owing to a life of needing to. She's right in thinking that if their roles had been reversed he'd have been just as unhappy, and likely a good deal less reasonable.
Luckily, the mood seems to have passed. ]