But right now? Their memories— their fears— aren't on the table. Her nails dig in by a few centimeters more as he speaks up, one last, lone exhale slipping free like a seal breaking before its lock is released; she might not be ready to let go, but she's always been good at doing it regardless.
Without complaint, she uncoils. Steps back between the open space of his fingertips, his hands, his arms. Predictably— with a smile.] Not as good as tequila, but if you've got it, I'll take it.
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But right now? Their memories— their fears— aren't on the table. Her nails dig in by a few centimeters more as he speaks up, one last, lone exhale slipping free like a seal breaking before its lock is released; she might not be ready to let go, but she's always been good at doing it regardless.
Without complaint, she uncoils. Steps back between the open space of his fingertips, his hands, his arms. Predictably— with a smile.] Not as good as tequila, but if you've got it, I'll take it.