[ It feels almost like a blessing that her scope of vision is so limited — with his face this close to hers, sure can't quite see his whole expression, but even three-quarters feels like too much. He's so happy, and his mood so bright and so warm. Figuratively and literally, on the last count; she's pretty sure she can feel the heat radiating off his face, even where they aren't touching.
She shifts on the couch; their knees bump. ]
You sure that's enough? [ She speaks quiet; she moves her hand back to comb through his hair, unable to feel the direct texture of it through her gloves, but the pressure alone is nice. ] I didn't bring presents for me, you know.
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She shifts on the couch; their knees bump. ]
You sure that's enough? [ She speaks quiet; she moves her hand back to comb through his hair, unable to feel the direct texture of it through her gloves, but the pressure alone is nice. ] I didn't bring presents for me, you know.