[The uneven texture of his skin just makes her feel another surge of pity, but she pulls her hands away, resting them on his chest instead. She scoots back just enough to rest her forehead against his.]
It's fine.
[She wonders if she should get off of his lap, too.]
Are you... [She pauses, shifting slightly. She is so not used to being this open with anyone.] Do you want to stop?
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It's fine.
[She wonders if she should get off of his lap, too.]
Are you... [She pauses, shifting slightly. She is so not used to being this open with anyone.] Do you want to stop?