[She doesn't need to follow his eyes to see where he's looking. He feels it too -- the eyes all around them, too close. They press inward, choke off words.]
[On impulse, she stretches out a hand towards him across the table, palm up.]
[Likely she's not meaning to recreate the dream . . . but it may be an echo all the same. She doesn't consider the fact that it's probably a little crazy, holding out a hand like that to a boy that barely knows her. She only thinks of the need to touch him in that moment -- to offer back the small comfort his touch gave her.]
[Her hand is gently cupped, the fingers stretching out, hopeful that he'll reach back.]
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[On impulse, she stretches out a hand towards him across the table, palm up.]
[Likely she's not meaning to recreate the dream . . . but it may be an echo all the same. She doesn't consider the fact that it's probably a little crazy, holding out a hand like that to a boy that barely knows her. She only thinks of the need to touch him in that moment -- to offer back the small comfort his touch gave her.]
[Her hand is gently cupped, the fingers stretching out, hopeful that he'll reach back.]