You poor thing. [ Her concerned, slightly pouty look is feigned as well, a smile fighting to break through the whole time. ] Here, let me see.
[ Tucking her coffee carefully against her body with an elbow, Izzy takes his hand — very cautiously, as if she truly believed he'd broken something — in both of hers. She looks it over for a moment, turning it over once, and then slips one palm against his while grabbing her cup with the other.
But she goes a step further. Lacing their fingers together, she lifts Dick's hand and presses a light kiss to the back of it, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches his face. ]
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[ Tucking her coffee carefully against her body with an elbow, Izzy takes his hand — very cautiously, as if she truly believed he'd broken something — in both of hers. She looks it over for a moment, turning it over once, and then slips one palm against his while grabbing her cup with the other.
But she goes a step further. Lacing their fingers together, she lifts Dick's hand and presses a light kiss to the back of it, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches his face. ]
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