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Library [Sunday, December 2]

A new month means Lee's doing...nothing different. Instead of reading today, he's scribbling a few things down in a notebook and occasionally glancing at another half written letter home. He's built a small fort of books around him for fun and because he's an idiot sometimes.

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"That was nice," he said quietly, looking down at her hand and his hand and nodding. He wiggled his fingers a bit, brushing against hers lightly. "You can do that anytime," he said and meant it.

Grinning softly at the brush of his fingers, Adah moved her own fingers in kind. She didn't know what it was he said, with the exception of that one word, you, indicating her, but there was something in the way the Eel said it that just made a little tremble run down her good side. She glanced over toward him, drew in a brief breath at the observation and calculation of distance before, lightly closing her eyes, she leaned in a little, tilting her head to close the distance with a light kiss.

Call it gratitude, if a reason was needed, but Adah didn't feel it was.

Lee returned her kiss, just as light and just as gentle, smiling a little so she could feel it and brushing his lips lightly against hers.

Feeling the Eel smile made Adah smile lightly back, before another small kiss. She pulled back only enough to catch her breath with a bit of marveling over the fact that it would need to be caught, and to slowly drag her eyes open to look into his. Almost immediately, her smile broadened, happily, into almost a silent laugh. Definitely didn't need words for that, but it was rather nicer than she remembered it would be.

"Missed that smile," he said quietly, reaching up to lightly touch a finger to her cheek. "A lot. It's good to see you again. A lot."

Ah, Adah thought with a soft, crooked grin, closing her eyes again as she leaned into the light brush of his fingers. She saw how it was now. There was a certain repetition to the way he talked that made her feel like, given enough time spent with him, she might pick back up on the gaps of words lickity-split, but the catch was that she was going to left terribly distracted by other things, like this. Still. She had at least one word now. Excellent progress, really. She'd earned such a nice distraction.

He swept his fingers across her cheek, tucked some hair behind her ear and smiled again. Pretty hard not to smile right now.

"The end of weekends is my favorite time," he said quietly. "Sundays are good."

He really did talk a lot, but that was okay. He could talk all he wanted as long as he brushed back her hair like that and everything. She opened her eyes again so she could see him as she smiled at him.

"There's the smile again," he said, still quiet. "I've gotten used to it seeing it and I never get tired of it. It's good to see you again."

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