[EXTREMELY PLATONIC KISSING OF THE BACK OF THE HAND]
[He smirks a little at the way the other's expression changes, though there's a softness to it that's more affectionately amused than callous.]
[...Wait, he can't keep staring at Daan. Get it together. Way out. His gaze moves back to the mirrors. (There we go.) He feels like he's steering some animal too addled out of its mind to understand what reins are.]
Which way did you come from?
[He's still holding his hand. He is failing at stopping holding his hand. Damn. This really is a predicament and a half.]
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[He smirks a little at the way the other's expression changes, though there's a softness to it that's more affectionately amused than callous.]
[...Wait, he can't keep staring at Daan. Get it together. Way out. His gaze moves back to the mirrors. (There we go.) He feels like he's steering some animal too addled out of its mind to understand what reins are.]
Which way did you come from?
[He's still holding his hand. He is failing at stopping holding his hand. Damn. This really is a predicament and a half.]