[ she glances over her shoulder at him when she hears the clack of metal, hesitating when she sees him removing his hook. when he slides his arm around her, she reluctantly shifts her own to accomodate him, resting it over his. the warm body's a comfort, whether she feels particularly inclined to welcome it or not. he feels sturdy at her back like this, like maybe he won't run once it's turned. so she lets him hold her, despite believing she'll come to regret it later. ]
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