She obediently moved to the left, bending over his shoulder to apply her best effort. His hair brushed her cheek. It was hard not to lean her weight against his back. Her natural instinct was to seek out heat and he was warm.
"THE Mad Scientist," she repeated. "You will tell me if I'm hurting you, right?"
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