[ His gaze is still fixed on that star, even if he can feel her eyes on him. He keeps stroking the back of her hand, trying to keep his expression neutral. He wasn't very good at it. He kept holding his breath too long, the nervous energy readable. But the slow caress of his thumb kept its steady pace.
After a moment, his head turned, just a fraction, just enough so that his eyes cloud slide to hers and try to read them.
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After a moment, his head turned, just a fraction, just enough so that his eyes cloud slide to hers and try to read them.
Just enough to torture himself with. ]