[ honestly, does he think this is going to be easily resolved by holding her hand? there's a part of her that's still fuming, her temper simmering and close to boiling over. it's annoying, the way he seems to treat this so nonchalantly. he's still smiling, teasing her despite everything.

and yet, having her hand in his is soothing, smoothing away those feathers that have been ruffled by the incident yesterday. ]

Is it really strange if I thought you were? [ she mutters under her breath, letting her fingertips lightly trace the knuckles of his hand.

her other hand comes up to his face, brushing the line of his jaw gently. any hint of that electro energy seems to be gone from his eyes, the blueness bright and untainted. he really is back, much to her relief and inward delight. ]

You're not allowed to kiss me with the mouth you kissed my brother with.