She remembered, he realises. She remembered how all contact made him react, all his sweeps of strife and training making it all the more impossible to simply let no strangers near as that.
He brings his hand up, slow, shaking, unsteady. He brings it just up to his waist, where her hand pulls on his shirt. His fingers hover over hers, enough to be noticed, but no enough to touch, to break the rule of no-contact. And then he drops it.
He hopes it's enough to get her attention, so she'll look up and see when he nods the barest bit, eyes closed. A show of gratitude. Just to give her something more than a whole motherfucking bunch of nothing.
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He brings his hand up, slow, shaking, unsteady. He brings it just up to his waist, where her hand pulls on his shirt. His fingers hover over hers, enough to be noticed, but no enough to touch, to break the rule of no-contact. And then he drops it.
He hopes it's enough to get her attention, so she'll look up and see when he nods the barest bit, eyes closed. A show of gratitude. Just to give her something more than a whole motherfucking bunch of nothing.