[She snorts and shakes her head, catching his wrist and giving it a squeeze. It's one part habit and two parts thoughtlessness what she does next, though she will blame habit, one of her own, far more than anything else if called on it. Adele pauses in her work of the rig, turns her head, and brushes her lips against Lupin's palm. It's quick. Chaste. An echo of a habit she had with another man often wounded. Once it clicks that she's done this with Lupin, Adele locks up.
She's still a moment longer before she shakes her head, dropping his hand, and begins pulling the rest of the shoulder rig off and away carefully. She doesn't want to jar his bad shoulder. She doesn't even know what's wrong with his bad shoulder.]
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[She snorts and shakes her head, catching his wrist and giving it a squeeze. It's one part habit and two parts thoughtlessness what she does next, though she will blame habit, one of her own, far more than anything else if called on it. Adele pauses in her work of the rig, turns her head, and brushes her lips against Lupin's palm. It's quick. Chaste. An echo of a habit she had with another man often wounded. Once it clicks that she's done this with Lupin, Adele locks up.
She's still a moment longer before she shakes her head, dropping his hand, and begins pulling the rest of the shoulder rig off and away carefully. She doesn't want to jar his bad shoulder. She doesn't even know what's wrong with his bad shoulder.]