[He is promptly ignoring her boots, and that stiff stance of hers. At least in lieu of reaching out to brush his knuckles over her cheek.]
That's the spirit. Be a rebel.
[And flopping down next to her the rest of the way.]
Love, would you mind if I sit?
[Too bad. He isn't moving.]
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