[Lenore may have been an only child, but she's competitive enough to mean that there's no way she's going to let him best her in any sort of endeavor, and certainly not in table-top wrapper-hockey.
She flicks it back at him.]
I believe we're conversing right now, Commander.
[She's going to take it as one, whether he meant it as an invitation or not. Get ready, Spock. She's gonna show up at random and just start conversations with you, and you have only yourself to blame.]
Still. [She squeezes his hand gently, almost surprised when he lifts his other one to cover hers, shocked once more at how warm his skin feels pressed to hers.] It sucks, outliving people. Especially people you love.
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She flicks it back at him.]
I believe we're conversing right now, Commander.
[She's going to take it as one, whether he meant it as an invitation or not. Get ready, Spock. She's gonna show up at random and just start conversations with you, and you have only yourself to blame.]
Still. [She squeezes his hand gently, almost surprised when he lifts his other one to cover hers, shocked once more at how warm his skin feels pressed to hers.] It sucks, outliving people. Especially people you love.