[Brief as it is, his touch makes her heart do a funny little skip. He can't be blamed for misstepping; he doesn't know about Tarrlok. He only has fragments of her history, a broken map of her sore points and insecurities.
She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, and gives him a look that's equal parts amused and unimpressed.]
After last time? I think we'd be better off somewhere without ghosts.
action;
She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, and gives him a look that's equal parts amused and unimpressed.]
After last time? I think we'd be better off somewhere without ghosts.