[ it's incredible, the way the air shifts between them. suddenly it feels like he can breath - still a bit tight, still with effort, but he can. zatanna might not be laughing, but he can feel it - the way she almost does, the way she thinks about it. he still thinks he knows her, which might be something he needs to work on, but for now?
now the smiles comes easier, and even if he only glances up at her - brow lifting with his eyes - it's easier. ]
Yeah. [ he notices her hand, and it's too ingrained in him not to turn his own over, to leave the space of hers to fit between them. when they make it there, she squeezes his hand back, the smile getting easier.
even if there's still a voice in the back of his head. don't do this, you're not allowed, not any more. but rather than listening, he takes comfort in the touch, in her. he leans a bit to the side to tap his shoulder against her's. ]
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now the smiles comes easier, and even if he only glances up at her - brow lifting with his eyes - it's easier. ]
Yeah. [ he notices her hand, and it's too ingrained in him not to turn his own over, to leave the space of hers to fit between them. when they make it there, she squeezes his hand back, the smile getting easier.
even if there's still a voice in the back of his head. don't do this, you're not allowed, not any more. but rather than listening, he takes comfort in the touch, in her. he leans a bit to the side to tap his shoulder against her's. ]
We're good. Asterful, even.