[ Is it innocent? Jim takes his hand, threads and unthreads their fingers, slides fingertips over the back of his hand between his knuckles, presses his thumb into the center of his palm, slips his touch over the heel, along the tendon just there at his wrist. (Something else to blame Vulcans for.) It's leisurely, but attentive. ]
How've you been? [ Not at all distracting, surely. ] Since the Coalition.
[ Since that's the last time they saw each other. ] You're part of the Guard, I remember. Welcome back to Wyver?
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How've you been? [ Not at all distracting, surely. ] Since the Coalition.
[ Since that's the last time they saw each other. ] You're part of the Guard, I remember. Welcome back to Wyver?