[ That sounds like permission, even if it's as reluctant as Peter currently feels, and he returns to fucking around with the napkin ring, rolling it between his palms.
At length, he peers up at her, eyebrows knitting together; when he speaks, it's slowly and cautiously. ]
If all this stuff was useless and frivolous— [ Her words, not his. ] —then why'd you mess with this?
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At length, he peers up at her, eyebrows knitting together; when he speaks, it's slowly and cautiously. ]
If all this stuff was useless and frivolous— [ Her words, not his. ] —then why'd you mess with this?
[ And he lifts up his hand, waggling his pinky. ]