[ The tip of Aberdeen's tongue appears at the corner of her mouth again. And, again, it nudges at her piercing, making the hoop jostle slightly, that itch subsiding for the moment as long as she continues to wiggle away at it. She stares at him while she does it and, as expected, Dundee stares back. Aberdeen doesn't expect any less at him and, in that way, she's somewhat acknowledging his concern but also acknowledging that she will — as Aberdeen is wont to do — take care of it in her own way. Not his this time. ]
They feel strange. [ Aberdeen is tempted to simply leave it at that, but after a moment, she adds: ] I've fought infection before.
action; sob can't we just have space hugs
They feel strange. [ Aberdeen is tempted to simply leave it at that, but after a moment, she adds: ] I've fought infection before.
This is different.