[She removes her hand as he leans against the wall, tucking it close to her as she crosses her arms, only having had her hand there long enough to feel the pressure of him leaning, and the fact that his leg is bruised. Which is still too much, as far as she's concerned.
Also don't even get her started about creepy old perverts. Or rather, a certain creepy old pervert.]
Right? It's enough to make me lose my sleep and not want to eat.
[Except then she'd ask her friend to struggle and make her dinner so that she could enjoy the feelings put into the food.]
You were in there, weren't you? Are you okay?
[Or does she need to kick him in the leg and make him admit it.]
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Also don't even get her started about creepy old perverts. Or rather, a certain creepy old pervert.]
Right? It's enough to make me lose my sleep and not want to eat.
[Except then she'd ask her friend to struggle and make her dinner so that she could enjoy the feelings put into the food.]
You were in there, weren't you? Are you okay?
[Or does she need to kick him in the leg and make him admit it.]