[As soon as Eponine coaxes him to deepen it, he does just that, unthreading their fingers so he can rest a hand on her shoulder. Once she drifts back from him, Malcolm opens his eyes, blinking as the room refocuses.]
I'm supposed to be the one who asks that. [A quiet, wry laugh.] But-- yes. Of course.
[He hadn't imagined her to be the type to second-guess her kissing. It's actually quite endearing. Malcolm smiles and moves his hand from her shoulder to sweep his fingers through a lock of her hair, affectionately tucking it behind her ear.]
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I'm supposed to be the one who asks that. [A quiet, wry laugh.] But-- yes. Of course.
[He hadn't imagined her to be the type to second-guess her kissing. It's actually quite endearing. Malcolm smiles and moves his hand from her shoulder to sweep his fingers through a lock of her hair, affectionately tucking it behind her ear.]