[ that his smile is small and a little hard-won only sends a trill of happiness through her. something about him, maybe the world-weary exhaustion, maybe the glimpse of gold beneath the surface — it already reminds her of Booker. he's not Booker, and it does make her miss him keenly, but that recognition is there, this light, gossamer shade of fondness for the way Juno gives in to her excitement. she doesn't know him, but she'd like to.
she fakes a gasp at his suggestion and places a hand over her chest like he's betrayed her. the other hand stays curled around his, cherishing the contact. ]
You want to go against me? [ her smile is too bright for her to even try frowning. she pretends to think it over: ] Well — only if you promise not to laugh.
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she fakes a gasp at his suggestion and places a hand over her chest like he's betrayed her. the other hand stays curled around his, cherishing the contact. ]
You want to go against me? [ her smile is too bright for her to even try frowning. she pretends to think it over: ] Well — only if you promise not to laugh.