Careful, [she whispers pointlessly, dropping from the chair and lifting the back of her hand to his forehead.
It's faintly, eerily light. She can't resist applying a bit of pressure - the circuit-board array of copper under her skin there cuts off sensation spottily.
The temperature seems normal, though.]
I think it's fine. [Then she picks his hand up - not slowly, but with care, efficiency with an edge of embarrassment. She presses her thumb into the meat of it, then the center of his wrist, tracking up towards his elbow experimentally with steady pressure.] Where does it stop?
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Careful, [she whispers pointlessly, dropping from the chair and lifting the back of her hand to his forehead.
It's faintly, eerily light. She can't resist applying a bit of pressure - the circuit-board array of copper under her skin there cuts off sensation spottily.
The temperature seems normal, though.]
I think it's fine. [Then she picks his hand up - not slowly, but with care, efficiency with an edge of embarrassment. She presses her thumb into the meat of it, then the center of his wrist, tracking up towards his elbow experimentally with steady pressure.] Where does it stop?