[ Killian takes a short breath as if preparing to speak, but nothing follows; his hand lifts to return the gesture, ghosting over her cheek before settling on the back of one of hers. He gives her hand a light squeeze, reassuring, then guides her palm down to settle it against his chest.
It's always an exaggeration, the idea that you can feel someone's heartbeat. He still hopes the absence of his is conspicuous enough for her to notice. For some reason, that'd be easier than having to lay it out in words. ]
He's left the ship. [ May as well start with the good news. Killian attempts to inject some humor into the next part, but the delivery's lacking. ] But I'm afraid he's taken something of mine with him.
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It's always an exaggeration, the idea that you can feel someone's heartbeat. He still hopes the absence of his is conspicuous enough for her to notice. For some reason, that'd be easier than having to lay it out in words. ]
He's left the ship. [ May as well start with the good news. Killian attempts to inject some humor into the next part, but the delivery's lacking. ] But I'm afraid he's taken something of mine with him.