[This time, her reply comes immediately and without stumbling, even leaning into the arm curled around her lean frame. Tactile as she is, being touched like this for the first time, by a stranger no less—however chastely, politely—would normally come as a surprise, making her sit too straight or twitch in startled reflex.
Here, though, she's comfortable. Feels not just safe but wanted, welcomed. And why question that?]
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Here, though, she's comfortable. Feels not just safe but wanted, welcomed. And why question that?]
Lys. [A beat.] Do you, um, want my last name too?