"Not my place to," he averted his attentions back to the road, thumb moving across her knuckles in such a nonchalant movement it might not even be detectable. "I see your driving has improved. Might be better to keep a hold of it, Miss Potts."
He hummed along with the song as it played on the radio indeed in much better spirits than before. Maybe with better judgement he wouldn't still be holding her hand, but she was free to pull away at any time contrary to his suggestion. His hold was firm, but her small hand could slip away with great ease. The only thing that was keeping her in the touch currently was her own will.
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Date: 2008-07-02 09:36 am (UTC)He hummed along with the song as it played on the radio indeed in much better spirits than before. Maybe with better judgement he wouldn't still be holding her hand, but she was free to pull away at any time contrary to his suggestion. His hold was firm, but her small hand could slip away with great ease. The only thing that was keeping her in the touch currently was her own will.