[ With the shock worn off, Ren's instinct is still to welcome the weight on his shoulder. Much like the evening in the garden, Ren let's himself touch lightly on the multitudes going through his mind and has to let them go, exerting the only form of control that their collectively fraying composure will allow. ]
You can if you like.
[ She's given the choice, but -
His hands slip from atop her shoulders down to her waist, a little firm to show that his wish hasn't changed. ]
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You can if you like.
[ She's given the choice, but -
His hands slip from atop her shoulders down to her waist, a little firm to show that his wish hasn't changed. ]
Or you can sway a little.