"Mochof," Octavia murmured with a little nod. She hesitated, then reached up to brush her hand against his cheek. Trying to re-establish that connection they'd severed.
"You make me happy," she told him, "far more often than you disappoint me. And all you really have to do to make that happen is... come up behind me and rest your chin on my head."
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"Mochof," Octavia murmured with a little nod. She hesitated, then reached up to brush her hand against his cheek. Trying to re-establish that connection they'd severed.
"You make me happy," she told him, "far more often than you disappoint me. And all you really have to do to make that happen is... come up behind me and rest your chin on my head."