The touch was heightened; the brush of her fingers against his own. It felt sore, but he found that he didn't want to pull away from it. In fact his own fingers curled a little, just slightly around the shape of her hand.
"You should know," he said tiredly. "The necklace won't last. It'll wear out. By the morning I'll be worse. I don't want it to frighten you."
He looked then to her hand and back to her face, before adding, "Any more than I already do, that is."
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:50 am (UTC)"You should know," he said tiredly. "The necklace won't last. It'll wear out. By the morning I'll be worse. I don't want it to frighten you."
He looked then to her hand and back to her face, before adding, "Any more than I already do, that is."