[He exhales slowly, watching the smoke rush out of his nose. He wets his lips, scratches his jaw, and feels the beginnings of stubble there. When he drops his hand again, he can feel the twinge through his shoulder, and that makes the decision for him.
He reaches out with his left arm to pull her closer, to run his hand over her arm, shoulder, back. He wants her here, he wants her close, but he doesn't want to tell her about it.
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He reaches out with his left arm to pull her closer, to run his hand over her arm, shoulder, back. He wants her here, he wants her close, but he doesn't want to tell her about it.
His armor's back on.]
Did you come looking for me?