[Then even if there's room, Sinclair will still scoot closer so they're almost touching. He hums a little in thought, as he rests his hand gently over Oria's cheek. Warm]
Mm? You weren't going to invite me over if you didn't get shot?
[implications are at the back of Sinclair's mind, but he's ignoring them now. Oria is injured :T]
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Mm? You weren't going to invite me over if you didn't get shot?
[implications are at the back of Sinclair's mind, but he's ignoring them now. Oria is injured :T]