[She hesitates a moment - partly because she's weighing the risk of getting her face stuck to him again, and partly because there's still just enough of a sense of impropriety to catch her out - but then she does as he suggests, letting her cheek rest on his shoulder with a little sigh.]
[She will never, ever admit how oddly nice it feels, to rest on someone like that, even under duress.]
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[She will never, ever admit how oddly nice it feels, to rest on someone like that, even under duress.]
[It's some time before she speaks again.]
Do you go out often, then? To see the moon?