Running his thumb back and forth over her knuckles, his heavy-lidded, glassy eyes flick up to meet her gaze then quickly lower again. He can be flippant about his problem when he's got a better hold on it, but he knows he needs someone on his side when he can't afford to joke around.
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Running his thumb back and forth over her knuckles, his heavy-lidded, glassy eyes flick up to meet her gaze then quickly lower again. He can be flippant about his problem when he's got a better hold on it, but he knows he needs someone on his side when he can't afford to joke around.
"Thanks."
He squeezes her hand.
"Alright, go feed your horses."