[ To anyone looking from the outside, this would undoubtedly look kinda weird. Touching each other, not particularly suggestive and with just a trace of tentative awkwardness, as though they've never gotten to touch another human before. At least she has a good reason. Owen doesn't really know why his hand doesn't drop from her shoulder, why he keeps brushing his thumb in gentle circles against the nook below the edge of her collarbone. ]
Don't mention it.
[ He smiles vaguely, eyes dropping to her hands on his chest. He can't really imagine what it's been like, to her. Anyone would probably feel touch starved in her place, and just as eager and greedy for more contact of any kind.
Still, he can't help teasing her a little, lips quirking into a crooked curve. ]
Please, don't let me stop you. You can touch me as much as you want.
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Don't mention it.
[ He smiles vaguely, eyes dropping to her hands on his chest. He can't really imagine what it's been like, to her. Anyone would probably feel touch starved in her place, and just as eager and greedy for more contact of any kind.
Still, he can't help teasing her a little, lips quirking into a crooked curve. ]
Please, don't let me stop you. You can touch me as much as you want.