[ It's a quiet murmur. He'll never be as good of an actor as she is—and he's poor at it now, his expression too pinched, his words not worried enough—but he doubts she cares.
He continues trailing his fingers along her arm, although he replaces his nails with his fingertips. Eventually, he palms her bicep before pressing his hand against her back. ]
no subject
[ It's a quiet murmur. He'll never be as good of an actor as she is—and he's poor at it now, his expression too pinched, his words not worried enough—but he doubts she cares.
He continues trailing his fingers along her arm, although he replaces his nails with his fingertips. Eventually, he palms her bicep before pressing his hand against her back. ]
I think we need to take this off.
[ He pinches her slip. ]
I think it's what's making you could.