[ It's thoughtless and automatic, the way she leans forward to close that small space that opens up between them, her mouth instinctively chasing Emily's — then stalling a hair's breadth away when she sees that little smile. This is probably dangerous, right? Not the situation itself — even with the risk of being seen — but the fact that this woman can stop Andy in her tracks with just a smile. Just a word. Just by saying her name.
no subject
Fuck.
But she still doesn't want to pull away.
It's an absent murmur when Andy finally speaks. ]
Don't you have patients, Doctor?