(It's hard to stay skeptical when Corry looks at him like that. Corry really didn't need to humor him, after all. The man really could have anyone he wanted, so who was Danny to say he was biased? He skims his thumb against the side of Corry's hand, starting to light back up.
Then he's laughing, ducking his head almost shyly, but there's something delighted in the shift of his disposition, the way his shoulders relax and his legs part ever so slightly. He squeezes Corry's hand tightly after their fingers close together.)
That's definitely a shared preference. You're really good at it. (Like, unfairly.)
It doesn't really need to be weather-appropriate, does it? (After all, it was hardly as if he'd stay cold for long.)
What do you think? (He crosses his legs delicately, just enough for the sweater to rise up high enough to confirm that there was definitely nothing under.)
The only time I follow instructions is when they come from you.
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Then he's laughing, ducking his head almost shyly, but there's something delighted in the shift of his disposition, the way his shoulders relax and his legs part ever so slightly. He squeezes Corry's hand tightly after their fingers close together.)
That's definitely a shared preference. You're really good at it. (Like, unfairly.)
It doesn't really need to be weather-appropriate, does it? (After all, it was hardly as if he'd stay cold for long.)
What do you think? (He crosses his legs delicately, just enough for the sweater to rise up high enough to confirm that there was definitely nothing under.)
The only time I follow instructions is when they come from you.