Re: Muerte / Eddie
[If he'd question it, if he'd ask the why, she'd give him the answer. But he'd have to ask for it first.
He didn't have to ask for the contact, though. It was hard to say if one of them wanted it more than the other, but there was a need on both sides. Most of the contact she had with people, even now, was ushering them onto the next step. It was worlds away from holding someone's hand or wrapping an arm around them. It didn't provide the same feeling as really being close to someone, so she didn't stop herself from giving him a little nudge when he teased.] Well maybe it's a little bit an us thing... it happens more often, at least. [She was still smiling when she looked at him, but shook her head.] You don't. Does it make you uncomfortable? In general?
[Another shake of her head.] No, I meant me. [Her smile was almost (but not quite) a smirk. But it softened again quickly, and she shifted her weight toward him more at the touch of his hand to her waist.] But I also meant before now.