[You know how four fingers are digging their way into your collarbone? Well the pressure from one disappears entirely, as do the digits of that long index finger. Slipping straight through fabric and flesh alike, touching nothing at all, though it could in an instant. Only one of those two facts is true.
He wouldn't mind things as they were, that's what he misses. But he's long since given up on getting her back, since he knows it will never happen.] Go on.