[Oh, that's true! Somehow she completely forgot about that.
She doesn't squeeze back too much, not only because her grip probably isn't strong enough to be comforting in the first place, but because she's sort of petting the back of his palm the way she used to do when Nathan would fuss in his sleep. Which isn't to say there's any real connection there aside from it being a sort of comfort reflex.
A little more, and a little more and then ... They're there. But she keeps the door from opening.]
Hey, Boxer, on a scale of one to ten, how much do you like my boobs?
[She's going somewhere with this, just be patient.]
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She doesn't squeeze back too much, not only because her grip probably isn't strong enough to be comforting in the first place, but because she's sort of petting the back of his palm the way she used to do when Nathan would fuss in his sleep. Which isn't to say there's any real connection there aside from it being a sort of comfort reflex.
A little more, and a little more and then ... They're there. But she keeps the door from opening.]
Hey, Boxer, on a scale of one to ten, how much do you like my boobs?
[She's going somewhere with this, just be patient.]