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Fingers are sunk deep into thick locks of hair, brushing through and then tucking back behind her ear, only to pull it free once more when he strokes the length of the hair once more in absent thoughts. The T.V is on, flickering away softly in the corner of the room - quietly displaying images of some drama he thought Jinri was keeping up with. In his right hand, he has a book propped between his palm and the arm of the sofa, thumb turning the pages as he reads on through.
She’d fallen asleep some time ago, against his lap, where his own legs were stretched out and resting out on the coffee table. He hadn’t woken her, had left her have a snooze in comfort; figured she must be exhausted will all the changes to her body and the shift in hormones. He’d also ordered in some food whilst she dozed in soft dreams, the hand resting on her soon slipping to let his thumb gently swipe against her nape; rubbing gentle circles.
