[Her hand is halfway up to retrieve the paper when he takes it back. She waits patiently, curious. He doesn't have a reason to write, so he must be giving her something personal. An address, a number.
She isn't entirely wrong, and it makes her smile. Nill nods, and folds the paper carefully before tucking it into an inside pocket of her jacket. On a whim, she reaches out to place her fingers lightly on his arm. She hopes he remembers her power, but in case he doesn't, she inclines her head slightly and gives him a moment to recall. When she does respond, the voice in his head is faint, quiet from long disuse.]
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She isn't entirely wrong, and it makes her smile. Nill nods, and folds the paper carefully before tucking it into an inside pocket of her jacket. On a whim, she reaches out to place her fingers lightly on his arm. She hopes he remembers her power, but in case he doesn't, she inclines her head slightly and gives him a moment to recall. When she does respond, the voice in his head is faint, quiet from long disuse.]
I will definitely make time.