He takes it only to balance it over the edge of his like a blade, light touch across the palm and a fleeting glance across the back in search of marks, scars, calluses. He’s felt her hands before, but under more harrowing or less sober circumstances.
“And yours. Sorry to disappoint.”
He releases it back to her, his own smile barely there opposite hers over the edge of his cup -- inward facing, and dry.
“I’m confident the legend of Dick Dickerson will live on in the hearts and minds of Riftwatch long after I’ve returned to the Fade."
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Date: 2020-10-18 05:32 pm (UTC)“And yours. Sorry to disappoint.”
He releases it back to her, his own smile barely there opposite hers over the edge of his cup -- inward facing, and dry.
“I’m confident the legend of Dick Dickerson will live on in the hearts and minds of Riftwatch long after I’ve returned to the Fade."