[ Chuckling, John stepped a fraction close, unfazed by her rambling. He wasn't exactly deterred by it - it was extremely endearing, and very earnest in a way he found helplessly attractive. ]
Don't think I wanna do that, [ He replies, his voice soft when he reaches out, a finger to her jaw and his thumb brushing her cheek. ] It was nice, and I get it. I don't get to let my hair down very often, either.
[ As a matter of fact, his hair is not actually down, right now. ]
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