[They lapse into silence, and Bobbie tries to get her thoughts under control. It was just instinct. A misreading of the situation, because her emotions are all over the place and she's absolutely exhausted. Hell, she's surprised she's not hallucinating. Still, she's suddenly hyperaware of their proximity, of her hand in his and their shoulders pressed together.
Bobbie closes her eyes, letting her head tip back against the wall behind them, at least until his thumb slides over the back of her hand. It doesn't feel like an idle movement, and she opens her eyes again, trying to read his expression. Maybe she's not misreading this, but that doesn't make her feel any less crazy.]
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Bobbie closes her eyes, letting her head tip back against the wall behind them, at least until his thumb slides over the back of her hand. It doesn't feel like an idle movement, and she opens her eyes again, trying to read his expression. Maybe she's not misreading this, but that doesn't make her feel any less crazy.]