[ She spends a long moment gazing at his back, taking in the cut his shoulders leave against the room's faint light. He looks exactly the same as the last time she saw him and, with an abruptness that almost leaves her dizzy, Pyrrha longs to wrap her arms around his waist and press her face into the space between his shoulder blades.
Of course she restrains herself, stays still. The more fumbling areas of their partnership doesn't even enter her mind. Not yet.
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Of course she restrains herself, stays still. The more fumbling areas of their partnership doesn't even enter her mind. Not yet.
Her lips feel wooden. ]
... I see.