[ The gesture's definitely habitual. The thing wrecked her life and tried its best to wreck her mind too, so although she and Hope are 'safe' for now, and at last she doesn't have to worry about him experiencing what happened to her... that doesn't negate their screwed-up pasts and uncertain futures--
She glances over to stare at Zack, and her stomach does what feels an awful lot like a slow flip in the place below her ribs. It's not really as pronounced as it could have been though, especially given the position. Her head's in an unusual place, for once not bothering to double-guess motives.
A long moment later, her gaze drops, and she lowers her hand to push his down and away..... but then slowly turns it over, so that hers lays on top of his in the space between them. Troubled, yes; clingy, no. Buuuuut.
... It's okay if it stays like that for a minute more, right? ]
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She glances over to stare at Zack, and her stomach does what feels an awful lot like a slow flip in the place below her ribs. It's not really as pronounced as it could have been though, especially given the position. Her head's in an unusual place, for once not bothering to double-guess motives.
A long moment later, her gaze drops, and she lowers her hand to push his down and away..... but then slowly turns it over, so that hers lays on top of his in the space between them. Troubled, yes; clingy, no. Buuuuut.
... It's okay if it stays like that for a minute more, right? ]