[Natasha drifts closer, threading her fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp lightly with her claws in a show of physical affection and reassurance; it came a little easier than saying the words aloud. She remembered Soeki had liked that before.
And maybe she craved the contact a little herself.]
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And maybe she craved the contact a little herself.]
Good. Don't think about it too hard.
[A pause, then she adds:]
How's your neck?