[Through it all, he'd been watching her as much as watching the dragon appear. She looked more vibrant and yet calm all at the same time, like she was in some zen zone and he should envy her. He did, a little. He could never focus on things that intently, less so since he didn't have his meds here.
She has a smudge of pastel on her face and he's been staring at it, trying not to reach over and wipe it off. He's trying so hard not to do that, he misses that she's talking to him. But he's pulled out of his thoughts by her arm through his, a smile automatically stapling itself in place.]
Huh, oh, yeah. He's great. No changes needed. He's perfect as is.
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She has a smudge of pastel on her face and he's been staring at it, trying not to reach over and wipe it off. He's trying so hard not to do that, he misses that she's talking to him. But he's pulled out of his thoughts by her arm through his, a smile automatically stapling itself in place.]
Huh, oh, yeah. He's great. No changes needed. He's perfect as is.