That wins a smile, and Susan reaches over, without really thinking about it, to touch his hand. It's not comfortable to feel like she has to be protected, but she's grateful, even so, more than she can say. "Thankee, Eddie. I kennit. I ken you will."
Her hand, warm and still flushed and aching from the blood running back into it, tightens briefly on his, and she's moved in a little closer without realising, meeting his eyes. She holds them for a moment, then abruptly drops both her gaze and her hands, clearing her throat.
"I still think you oughtn't get involved like you did. But I ain't gonna give you grief over it."
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Date: 2017-05-27 01:30 pm (UTC)Her hand, warm and still flushed and aching from the blood running back into it, tightens briefly on his, and she's moved in a little closer without realising, meeting his eyes. She holds them for a moment, then abruptly drops both her gaze and her hands, clearing her throat.
"I still think you oughtn't get involved like you did. But I ain't gonna give you grief over it."