He recoiled a bit at her touch and arm muscles tensed in a start to swat her hand away yet no definite movement to do so was made. Only when her fingers found their way into his hair did expression appear to harden. “What’re you doing?”
“…Does it matter?” She echoed his words in a form of mockery, her hands never ceasing their work.
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