[ Neither of them are particularly good with compliments, not when they're beyond the superficial and while her instinct is to scoff at those words, she can no longer dismiss him so easily, even if it's about her. Still, her own response mirrors his, the dipping of her gaze before she can look at him again. A tremulous smile working its way onto her lips as he gives voice to something she's been trying to process but not knowing how to explain it.
He makes sense.
Her hand turns and she lightly brushes her knuckles along the hollow of his cheek, her smile growing softer, steadier as she drinks him in. ]
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He makes sense.
Her hand turns and she lightly brushes her knuckles along the hollow of his cheek, her smile growing softer, steadier as she drinks him in. ]
I know exactly what you mean.