It's the kind of thing Nanami wants, especially at home, with Haibara. Casual touches. Little reminders he's there, not only a figment of Nanami's imagination. The very reason he'd needed to touch Haibara in public yesterday the moment they'd met. Yet it's a different kind of challenging, when Haibara's half dressed. Cooking, however, requires focus. Even knife work.
He chops the last of the vegetables, emptying them into another prep bowl, and smiles.
"I've had more practice. You'll get better."
He steps behind Haibara not to block his arm movements and rests a hand on his waist over the shirt.
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Date: 2024-01-28 05:28 am (UTC)He chops the last of the vegetables, emptying them into another prep bowl, and smiles.
"I've had more practice. You'll get better."
He steps behind Haibara not to block his arm movements and rests a hand on his waist over the shirt.