[There’s a strange sense of deja vu as he lets her take his hand again, his gaze drifting slowly from her face down to their now linked pinkies.
Something like this has happened before, and this side of him existed then, but was new and not in control. There’s a sense of warmth associated with the memory even though it feels distant and fleeting at the moment.
He leaves his pinky linked with hers, making no move to pull away, but he does lift his gaze back to her face, tilting his head slightly. ]
What promise?
[He can't quite remember the first one. Or...it was a secret, wasn't it? Something like that. He's not sure if this one is different.]
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Something like this has happened before, and this side of him existed then, but was new and not in control. There’s a sense of warmth associated with the memory even though it feels distant and fleeting at the moment.
He leaves his pinky linked with hers, making no move to pull away, but he does lift his gaze back to her face, tilting his head slightly. ]
What promise?
[He can't quite remember the first one. Or...it was a secret, wasn't it? Something like that. He's not sure if this one is different.]