[ Bruce was drawing back before, it's true, but when Kevin closes that distance, he relaxes into that proximity, his shoulders unwinding as he takes half a step towards him too. It's the opposite of what he'd want normally, but right now he finds himself wanting entirely different things, at least regarding other people. ]
Some toast, or a sandwich. [ He clears his throat, one of his hands moving just a hint, as if he's reaching to touch his arm, but stops halfway there. ] I can make you one, if you want.
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Some toast, or a sandwich. [ He clears his throat, one of his hands moving just a hint, as if he's reaching to touch his arm, but stops halfway there. ] I can make you one, if you want.