[ the way he touches his cheek and even bringing up the slap itself reminds her that she did indeed smack him. actually touched him and all, and that's still something she can't quite wrap her mind around.
the "how" of it escapes her, and during the week that they hadn't been speaking, she hadn't had an opportunity to wonder on it further, but now that it's at the forefront of her mind, she's curious all over again. ]
I might have. But you appeared in time, so it doesn't especially matter, now does it?
[ but, in reality, probably not. that would've been another level of unkind that she didn't feel the need to employ. and, well, he'd shown up, so she considers the point fairly moot.
she lets him take the cards, but she's still looking at him like she's trying to suss him out, and with another moment of hesitation, she reaches out to just—
—poke his shoulder.
she needs to test for herself if he's still solid enough for her to do it, if that strange level of corporeal existence has stuck around. ]
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the "how" of it escapes her, and during the week that they hadn't been speaking, she hadn't had an opportunity to wonder on it further, but now that it's at the forefront of her mind, she's curious all over again. ]
I might have. But you appeared in time, so it doesn't especially matter, now does it?
[ but, in reality, probably not. that would've been another level of unkind that she didn't feel the need to employ. and, well, he'd shown up, so she considers the point fairly moot.
she lets him take the cards, but she's still looking at him like she's trying to suss him out, and with another moment of hesitation, she reaches out to just—
—poke his shoulder.
she needs to test for herself if he's still solid enough for her to do it, if that strange level of corporeal existence has stuck around. ]