Yeah, [ He fumbles at the gauntlet, works a tie free to pull mail and glove from sweaty palm, knuckles lined faint for pressure. Leather twists between fingertip, ] Just helps, y'know. Doing something with your hands.
[ I'm frustrated, He’s starting to say. Rutyer wants to come 'round tomorrow, and there's something on with him, and if he calls me dear again I won't be held liable,
and then
She’s pulling her hair up, and he’s shifting to match. Breath puffs, only half a laugh – holding the cord – ]
Here, [ Steel creaks, ruddy-gold with reflected heat. Sunset soon. It’s his bare hand that reaches for her, gentle in rough skin; old callus. ] Let me.
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[ I'm frustrated, He’s starting to say. Rutyer wants to come 'round tomorrow, and there's something on with him, and if he calls me dear again I won't be held liable,
and then
She’s pulling her hair up, and he’s shifting to match. Breath puffs, only half a laugh – holding the cord – ]
Here, [ Steel creaks, ruddy-gold with reflected heat. Sunset soon. It’s his bare hand that reaches for her, gentle in rough skin; old callus. ] Let me.