It's an impulse, possibly a wild one, but I don't know what to say, what gesture could signify that I understand her displeasure and am grateful for her concern. I kiss her forehead, the briefest contact, putting us in a place we've never been before, but then, we're already there.
"Thank you," I reply, just as quietly, and with another brief squeeze of her arm I walk past her and out in to the night.
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Date: 2011-11-14 03:59 am (UTC)"Thank you," I reply, just as quietly, and with another brief squeeze of her arm I walk past her and out in to the night.