[ allison laughs, hoarse and breathy, at imagining ben actually learning how to talk to people from russian lit. she's not super familiar, and assumes that he must mean going around asking people for their hand in marriage or talking about how god is dead or we're all going to starve in the cold or whatever. absolutely riveting conversation.
allison is surprised at the touch, but she doesn't move away, doesn't startle. it's comforting, and it means so much, coming from ben, who never did all that much when he was alive. death, of course, was an even bigger separation. so allison turns her hand over, squeezing his gently, a wordless thank you. ]
You like black? I couldn't tell. Alert the presses!
[ allison types, with one expertly-raised eyebrow. ]
I'm just saying! You might like other colors too, if you gave them a shot.
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allison is surprised at the touch, but she doesn't move away, doesn't startle. it's comforting, and it means so much, coming from ben, who never did all that much when he was alive. death, of course, was an even bigger separation. so allison turns her hand over, squeezing his gently, a wordless thank you. ]
You like black? I couldn't tell. Alert the presses!
[ allison types, with one expertly-raised eyebrow. ]
I'm just saying! You might like other colors too, if you gave them a shot.