[Maybe it's too much too fast. Maybe they just need to exist in each other's space again first, feel it out again. Settle the persistent troubled feeling that he's going to go to sleep and wake up and find out she was never really here at all.
So while there is a quietly petulant part of him that wants to refuse, it's easy to silence. She says come, says please, and he's there again, leaning into her space, an arm around her. Holding on.]
Can I at least sometimes sing your praises? At inconvenient times with other people around to embarrass you?
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So while there is a quietly petulant part of him that wants to refuse, it's easy to silence. She says come, says please, and he's there again, leaning into her space, an arm around her. Holding on.]
Can I at least sometimes sing your praises? At inconvenient times with other people around to embarrass you?