Re: In-person: Amy M/Si M
She didn't need her hand back. She watched as he lifted her hand to his lips, her knuckles there and brushing against lips and stubble. "I'm okay," she repeated, unnecessary and reassuring, and she leaned across and kissed his cheek.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket with her right hand, and she tugged his hand where she needed it, when she wanted to connect the aux cable to her own phone. She found something soothing, and she leaned back and just tugged his hand over to her thigh, to rest there, fingers laced with his. She glanced over at him. "Can you stay with me tonight?" she asked, because she knew he was stressed, and she knew he was really, really vulnerable right now. She was grounded, two feet planted and sane as she could manage, and it was deliberate. It was okay.