[ with her legs in his lap, he settles back into the cushions of the couch. it's the only way he can think to touch her. placing his hand on her knee hadn't occurred to him. he remembers how he had touched her on her couch, how she hadn't minded it at all. that's where he goes now, thinking about that night, and it's why he's chosen to pull her legs from where they rest to see her shift on the couch and almost face him. ]
[ his hands remain on her legs, sitting there as a light weight. he's not so sure of what to do, but finds he always does when he stops overthinking things for a moment. once he does, his hand curves more firmly around her leg, as though he's trying to see if the tips of his fingers can touch the heel of his palm with her leg in between. ]
[ bellamy looks over to her, brows raised slightly. softly: ] You okay?
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[ his hands remain on her legs, sitting there as a light weight. he's not so sure of what to do, but finds he always does when he stops overthinking things for a moment. once he does, his hand curves more firmly around her leg, as though he's trying to see if the tips of his fingers can touch the heel of his palm with her leg in between. ]
[ bellamy looks over to her, brows raised slightly. softly: ] You okay?