Turns out they do have pastries on this ship. They're over on your desk.
( he says, but doesn't make any attempt to move if she doesn't want to. instead the free hand that isn't supporting him over her hovers slightly over her shoulder, brushing the still-short ends of her hair. he misses the length sometimes, but the short frames her face in a way that makes it impossible not to notice how beautiful she is.
a bit of the grin dims into something more sincere and less blinding. )
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( he says, but doesn't make any attempt to move if she doesn't want to. instead the free hand that isn't supporting him over her hovers slightly over her shoulder, brushing the still-short ends of her hair. he misses the length sometimes, but the short frames her face in a way that makes it impossible not to notice how beautiful she is.
a bit of the grin dims into something more sincere and less blinding. )
You doing okay?