[what starts to happen in him is hard to miss — and what comes with the voice nearby is even more impossible to ignore. without so much as even fingers brushing her skin, he can feel the heat moving over it. he can hear the hitch in her breath, the barely-suppressed strain in her voice.
his own heart pounds in his ears. fingernails dig into his palms, but they don't do much to ground him.
it's been months, well before a building had fallen on top of him and crushed his world in the impact, since he's had a thought remotely approaching anything like this; now, it's all he can think about.
matt turns, leaning closer; not quite in her space yet, but closer. he breathes for a moment. then:]
Not if you have a better idea, [he finds himself saying, his voice low just like hers.
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his own heart pounds in his ears. fingernails dig into his palms, but they don't do much to ground him.
it's been months, well before a building had fallen on top of him and crushed his world in the impact, since he's had a thought remotely approaching anything like this; now, it's all he can think about.
matt turns, leaning closer; not quite in her space yet, but closer. he breathes for a moment. then:]
Not if you have a better idea, [he finds himself saying, his voice low just like hers.
something curls on his mouth.]