[He drums his fingers over its approximate location. Of course he has. It's reachable only by some strange and circuitous routes, rather than the usual line up of arteries, but it's there. Even he doesn't pretend that.
It's a small movement to lean forward and tip his forehead against hers.]
And he was all right, I suppose. Despite the bloody poetry. [Laying back again, it's a moment before he adds-] The other one's all right, too. So. Waiting for that to explode.
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[He drums his fingers over its approximate location. Of course he has. It's reachable only by some strange and circuitous routes, rather than the usual line up of arteries, but it's there. Even he doesn't pretend that.
It's a small movement to lean forward and tip his forehead against hers.]
And he was all right, I suppose. Despite the bloody poetry. [Laying back again, it's a moment before he adds-] The other one's all right, too. So. Waiting for that to explode.