[Which he does know is often extremely professional. She'll understand his meaning, however, and 76 finally allows himself to look at her, trying with tall his conviction not to tear his gaze away. That thing in his chest that he wishes wasn't still there twists again, and his limbs itch to reach out to her, only kept at his sides by a reminder to himself that he doesn't deserve this.
It's been so long since he's allowed himself physical affection from anyone but Ana--and he even shies away from her, most of the time. Angela's gentle hands curling around him and pulling him close tells him all that he needs to know, though he still can't help but wish she'd just be angry with him.
Probably she is--just knows better than to show it, even if he asked her to.
Slowly, his own hands lift from their place at his sides, wrapping around her more than a little tentatively. A palm lays flat between her shoulder blades, the ghost of a touch he's not sure he remembers how to give.]
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[Which he does know is often extremely professional. She'll understand his meaning, however, and 76 finally allows himself to look at her, trying with tall his conviction not to tear his gaze away. That thing in his chest that he wishes wasn't still there twists again, and his limbs itch to reach out to her, only kept at his sides by a reminder to himself that he doesn't deserve this.
It's been so long since he's allowed himself physical affection from anyone but Ana--and he even shies away from her, most of the time. Angela's gentle hands curling around him and pulling him close tells him all that he needs to know, though he still can't help but wish she'd just be angry with him.
Probably she is--just knows better than to show it, even if he asked her to.
Slowly, his own hands lift from their place at his sides, wrapping around her more than a little tentatively. A palm lays flat between her shoulder blades, the ghost of a touch he's not sure he remembers how to give.]