[Learning many things, indeed. Some which compliment, some which contradict. But all of which Sholmes wishes he could fulfill -- for as much as Sprezzatura might want to feel safe, the detective wants to provide. It is as much for the sake of his own ego as it is something far simpler: a fondness born of friendship, the good-hearted nature to tend to another’s needs. In the end, he really is little more than a softie at heart.
For now, though, as per instruction, he crosses over to the edge of the bed and sits, his hand still clasped against hers. Another gentle tug so that she steps closer.]
I hardly see how that would be so bad.
[That they might never stop. What’s so wrong with the self-indulgence of wanting pleasant things to linger?]
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For now, though, as per instruction, he crosses over to the edge of the bed and sits, his hand still clasped against hers. Another gentle tug so that she steps closer.]
I hardly see how that would be so bad.
[That they might never stop. What’s so wrong with the self-indulgence of wanting pleasant things to linger?]