It's quiet and the star hums mildly in return - not really paying as much attention as she should be - and the hand not trapped beneath her cheek pats one of his blindly, curling there lazily.
"When you are not feeling whatever," she murmurs. "I suppose."
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Date: 2007-07-06 03:05 am (UTC)"When you are not feeling whatever," she murmurs. "I suppose."