[But he actually smiles when he says it, and this time he checks his wrist, not the screen of his phone.]
We've missed midnight. Happy new year.
[If she lets him, or if she doesn't catch up with the movement before it's made, he'll catch her hand and kiss the back of it, and let it go. Chivalry (and warning her about what she's doing, that's chivalry too), now there's tradition.]
[She stiffens a little when he leans in, but relaxes not because he lets her go but because he doesn't go any further. It's the same old strange balance-- a game stacked against him, where the less liberties he takes, the more he could get away with. As long as he doesn't.]
I hope it is,
[she says quietly, earnestly, because it's more than just a platitude, and lets herself smile a little too.]
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[But he actually smiles when he says it, and this time he checks his wrist, not the screen of his phone.]
We've missed midnight. Happy new year.
[If she lets him, or if she doesn't catch up with the movement before it's made, he'll catch her hand and kiss the back of it, and let it go. Chivalry (and warning her about what she's doing, that's chivalry too), now there's tradition.]
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I hope it is,
[she says quietly, earnestly, because it's more than just a platitude, and lets herself smile a little too.]