Ben presses his ankle against her foot, then bends his knee, drawing both feet back towards them, between their chairs and under the table, where he can rest his booted ankle against hers, remind hiself she's there with the occasional twist of pressure.
"For a lot of my life everything's been some sort of roulette," he answers. "Maybe I just miss the danger."
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Date: 2020-08-11 06:41 am (UTC)"For a lot of my life everything's been some sort of roulette," he answers. "Maybe I just miss the danger."