As he looked up at her, a small, nervous smile appeared on her lips. She just watched him for a moment, taking in exactly how close they were, and how, since the last time she'd seen him, she wanted to be nearer to him. Close enough to touch him and remember what it was like when she belonged to him. His voice was somewhat inaudible to her, but as she was unable to focus on anything other than his lips, she was acutely aware of his words.
"Do you ... care if Laurent is my boyfriend?" Her words were nervous, and her expression lent itself to her true meaning. She couldn't bring herself to ask if he still had feelings for her, but somehow this felt more safe. Without thinking, she touched his hand softly with her fingertips, a worried, but hopefully smile on her face as she waited.