[ Oria eyes Sinclair's fingers moving to brush the hair out of his face. He normally doesn't like it when people touch his hair, but he finds that he doesn't hate it as much when Sinclair does it. Perhaps it's because he does it with care. Perhaps it's because Oria knows his intentions—
...
Does he really? Oria looks past the fingers, up at Sinclair's face. He's very soft—his heart is too. ]
Could it be that you're actually a genius?
[ He tries to laugh it off like he usually does. ]
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Does he really? Oria looks past the fingers, up at Sinclair's face. He's very soft—his heart is too. ]
Could it be that you're actually a genius?
[ He tries to laugh it off like he usually does. ]