[Her gaze flicks away as his fingers brush her face, sending a faint sensation running through her. Not strong enough yet to be a feeling.]
How's that gonna help? [She says it slowly, trying to be careful of her tongue. Her voice has sunk back into a monotone, though now it's more sullen than empty.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
How's that gonna help? [She says it slowly, trying to be careful of her tongue. Her voice has sunk back into a monotone, though now it's more sullen than empty.]