[ The touch startles her twice. First, because it's completely unexpected. Second, because of what he's attempting to do.
Her eyes travel up to his, wide and full of wonder. Is this the same man? The same one who'd tormented her so much? The one who'd made her curl up into a ball and sob her heart out in secret so many times?
Was this the Seto Kaiba that now seemed insistent upon guiding her through the pain of humanity?
She looks away, a flush overcoming her face. And as she does so, her fingers weave with his, shakily and hesitantly, then she holds on. The touch is warm, just like his arms were.
With that, she continues walking, slipping into a silence that, while a tad awkward, is comfortable as well. And like many other things they'd just experienced, it was real. ]
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Her eyes travel up to his, wide and full of wonder. Is this the same man? The same one who'd tormented her so much? The one who'd made her curl up into a ball and sob her heart out in secret so many times?
Was this the Seto Kaiba that now seemed insistent upon guiding her through the pain of humanity?
She looks away, a flush overcoming her face. And as she does so, her fingers weave with his, shakily and hesitantly, then she holds on. The touch is warm, just like his arms were.
With that, she continues walking, slipping into a silence that, while a tad awkward, is comfortable as well. And like many other things they'd just experienced, it was real. ]