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*She could feel his hand hovering, the atmosphere grew heavy and she looked towards his direction with a frown.* "Seriously, Quen.." *She shrugged it off, nudging her elbow against his shoulder.*
*Though his voice was drowsy and filled of concern, his eyebrows turned upward in a melancholic motion, signaling that he was growing worried about the habits. Quentin rose a hand hesitantly to Nea's back, letting it hover as he contemplated whether to actually touch her or not. He decided against it, dropping his hand back into his lap while sucking air in through his teeth.* "Hm.." [4/??]
*She let out a soft sigh as her hands came to rest on her knees, her head tilting away from Quentin shyly, like she had a lot on her mind. Nea restlessly scratched at the crook of her elbow, a leg bouncing anxiously.* [3/??]