He doesn't let go of her hand; he has no intention of doing so. It feels damn good to lead her back out of the alley and into broad daylight, his fingers laced through hers, bathing in the warm and happy feeling still washing over him as they head back into the coffee shop. This time, he thinks, he might actually be able to stomach a cup of coffee.
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Date: 2017-10-29 10:36 pm (UTC)"Want anything?"