Re: quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere
[For a moment, she was afraid he'd pull away, that he wouldn't respond, whether it was out of fear or guilt or something else entirely. But then their hands met and he returned the squeeze, and it was that which had her hand relaxing from a grip that was too tight and too desperate.
Apologies. More apologies came from him and she shook her head quickly, thumb running over the ridge of his knuckles.] Stop. Don't. Please. [Her voice was a little hoarse from disuse, rough and low and barely above a whisper.]