[She takes him gently over to one of the couches, one that is no doubt designed for intimate conversations and the like. There had been a few others that want it, but a look is all that's needed.
She guides him to sit beside her; an arm moves to wrap around his shoulder, the other taking his hand.
It's a kindness. And a cruelty. Maybe he shouldn't trust her. Maybe not at all.]
If you lean against me, we can make it seem as if you've been drinking. You can close your eyes. No one will bother us.
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[She takes him gently over to one of the couches, one that is no doubt designed for intimate conversations and the like. There had been a few others that want it, but a look is all that's needed.
She guides him to sit beside her; an arm moves to wrap around his shoulder, the other taking his hand.
It's a kindness. And a cruelty. Maybe he shouldn't trust her. Maybe not at all.]
If you lean against me, we can make it seem as if you've been drinking. You can close your eyes. No one will bother us.
[She'll make it so.]