[ Another quiet laugh, though as she nuzzles against him, he reaches up to card his fingers through her hair.
He's content with just this, the feel of her bare skin against his, the damp heat of her breath against his neck. She seems content, at ease, and there's still something so alien about that to him, that she could find comfort with him, of all people.
He ducks down to press a kiss to the top of her head, to nose at her hair. ]
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He's content with just this, the feel of her bare skin against his, the damp heat of her breath against his neck. She seems content, at ease, and there's still something so alien about that to him, that she could find comfort with him, of all people.
He ducks down to press a kiss to the top of her head, to nose at her hair. ]