[He exhales and closes his eyes, visibly relaxing at the gentle touch to his cheek. It makes his skin tingle in a way he's still not quite used to; casual contact is still something that feels rare and special.]
Erika's... it's not just Erika.
[His hand slips down from her shoulder, seeking one of her hands to twine their fingers together. It's hard putting together a sentence that makes sense. How does he explain any of this?]
You've heard her, right? On the radio, the woman Venus is calling the devil, or whatever?
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Date: 2018-10-08 04:51 am (UTC)Erika's... it's not just Erika.
[His hand slips down from her shoulder, seeking one of her hands to twine their fingers together. It's hard putting together a sentence that makes sense. How does he explain any of this?]
You've heard her, right? On the radio, the woman Venus is calling the devil, or whatever?