[Distracted as he is with the way the talk meanders among the others, Solomon isn't expecting any more moments of physical touch. A brief kiss in a moment of panic, yes, but that had its place.
It's the brush of Jing Yuan's hand against his own, less a request and more a line drawing him back, that gets Solomon to start slightly, blinking as he turns to look.
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It's the brush of Jing Yuan's hand against his own, less a request and more a line drawing him back, that gets Solomon to start slightly, blinking as he turns to look.
Oh.]