[She twists like she's trying to see whatever it is he's looking at, and then--]
Oh. Oh, um-- yeah, sure. Here.
[She pulls her hair out of the way and turns her back so he can get at it easier. It makes her pulse jump to do it. She likes him, wants to trust him, but it's just so fucking hard. Every step of the way she has to force herself to just... be okay with it. This is good, it's normal-- but she's still got a gun tucked in the waistband of her pants under the sweater, and her switchblade in her back pocket.]
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[She twists like she's trying to see whatever it is he's looking at, and then--]
Oh. Oh, um-- yeah, sure. Here.
[She pulls her hair out of the way and turns her back so he can get at it easier. It makes her pulse jump to do it. She likes him, wants to trust him, but it's just so fucking hard. Every step of the way she has to force herself to just... be okay with it. This is good, it's normal-- but she's still got a gun tucked in the waistband of her pants under the sweater, and her switchblade in her back pocket.]