[It's strange that his heart skips at every little thing. That look, those words— Leon doesn't pull that hand away even when it stills.]
Before? [The last bit of D's hair slips away from his fingers and now his hand just rests against his own arm, waiting. He doesn't know what he's waiting for, with that question...]
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Before? [The last bit of D's hair slips away from his fingers and now his hand just rests against his own arm, waiting. He doesn't know what he's waiting for, with that question...]