[ Again. Her name. The affection, the wryness. Andy's voice low and warm. Her other hand lifting so that both are loosely grasping Emily near the crook of her elbows, anchoring them to each other for a moment. ]
You're probably allowed to assume a little. Don't think I was being very subtle.
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[ Again. Her name. The affection, the wryness. Andy's voice low and warm. Her other hand lifting so that both are loosely grasping Emily near the crook of her elbows, anchoring them to each other for a moment. ]
You're probably allowed to assume a little. Don't think I was being very subtle.