Yes, I'm sure no one will wonder where I've been or who I have been with, if I am returned to the camp I should not even be gone from in a car by —
[But the thought abruptly comes to a standstill as his hand brushes against her leg, whispers over the thin layer of fabric between his skin and hers, and she looks up at him slowly, with her cheeks still streaked with tears and her blue eyes uncertain.
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[But the thought abruptly comes to a standstill as his hand brushes against her leg, whispers over the thin layer of fabric between his skin and hers, and she looks up at him slowly, with her cheeks still streaked with tears and her blue eyes uncertain.
She does not, however, knock his hand away.]