[She trails off, reaching out to brush the very edges of her knuckles over his hand. She's still hesitant about the touching, and it's obvious, but so long as things are on her terms then she can just about cope.]
You... god, you did that because of me, didn't you? I'm sorry.
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[She trails off, reaching out to brush the very edges of her knuckles over his hand. She's still hesitant about the touching, and it's obvious, but so long as things are on her terms then she can just about cope.]
You... god, you did that because of me, didn't you? I'm sorry.