[ Reaching one arm around his shoulders, she pulls him to her side, turning her face to bury it briefly against his shoulder. Her fingers clap on the slope of his opposite shoulder, where it curves up to meet his neck. Her thumb rubs against the protrusion of his spine there, and she's smiling when she straightens away. ]
You can come back.
[ She playfully swats at his ribcage, as if to force him to skedaddle. Leave it to Skye to be upbeat enough to make it impossible if she's actually going to shiver and mope or if she's reading it as a pick-up and inviting it or just being an overly cuddly bro. Happy people are weird. ]
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You can come back.
[ She playfully swats at his ribcage, as if to force him to skedaddle. Leave it to Skye to be upbeat enough to make it impossible if she's actually going to shiver and mope or if she's reading it as a pick-up and inviting it or just being an overly cuddly bro. Happy people are weird. ]