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Date Posted: Tue, Nov 06 2007, 10:47pm PST
Author: Joce
Subject: Carving names on my chest
In reply to: Jocelyn 's message, "

I want to trace your scars with my fingertips
Want to follow it's fracturing line
I think you should know
How beautiful and brave you already are
" on Tue, Nov 06 2007, 9:12pm PST

He was stressed, she'd noticed it the moment he sat down next to her, and she was hoping that if she was just cool and let it go, he would relax and get over whatever was bugging him - if there was something he wanted to talk about, she knew he would just come out and say it. There wasn't much grey area in that sense with him - either he wanted to talk, or he didn't. He never just wanted her to fish around or draw it out of him. At his words, her lips pursed for a moment and her brows raised a bit. She would much prefer to settle him down than rile him up more, but she wasn't typically the soothing type - she did things differently. Leaning back a bit to open up their conversation to the other man, her fingers tightened on Cole's arm once and then dropped to squeeze his knee - she reserved those sorts of touches, simple as they were, for him, and that was her silent point with the gesture. "You don't want me to see you home, do you 'wallstreet'?" She inquired, loud enough for both boys to hear, instead of directly addressing Cole. The suit just looked confused for a moment and then mumbled something about not being able to remember where the coat-check was, which was a problem because that was where he left his coat. She turned her gaze back to Cole, her brows gently furrowed, her fingers running from his knee up the line of his hip to finally just hook into the fabric of his shirt at his side. "See, he's not touching me. No touching. It's all good, love." So now she was soothing, but only because she was having a nice day so far and didn't want it to end with him knocking some poor harmless drunk's teeth out.

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