[ no, nope, no, she was comfortable back here not having to look at him, it was making talking so much easier, even if she was barely contributing to the conversation. she might contribute nothing if she has to look at him.
still, he tugs on her arm and she shifts out from behind him, sitting next to him instead, one leg stretched out behind him still, the other tucked against the edge of the couch, toes brushing the floor. ]
I wasn't finished. [ with his back, so he only has a second. that seems to be her compromise, mouth slanted in an apprehensive frown. ]
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still, he tugs on her arm and she shifts out from behind him, sitting next to him instead, one leg stretched out behind him still, the other tucked against the edge of the couch, toes brushing the floor. ]
I wasn't finished. [ with his back, so he only has a second. that seems to be her compromise, mouth slanted in an apprehensive frown. ]