"What the hell happened in there?" Jamie demanded, immediately following after her. He was starting to feel like a satellite, about as autonomous as a freshly made dupe, and the act was wearing thin. He caught her by the arm to prevent her from going further, concern underlying his annoyance, but not the overwhelming emotion written plain across his face all the same. That close to her, it didn't escape his notice that she was upset, but it was a knowledge he couldn't put into practical use just then, even if he loosened his hold on her arm to reach for her face instead, cupping her cheek in his palm.
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Date: 2011-06-14 07:20 am (UTC)"Please?"