Tasha got up and immediately sat down on Peter's other side, and curled her fingers into his hair, her other arm hugging him. She felt a childish urge to curl up in his lap, but he might have been sick, and Tasha was hardly a little eight-year old child, easily cradled. Besides, it was Peter who was the rightful recipient of comfort here. She could find her own comfort in the arms of her girlfriend later.
David was finding it hard to keep calm. He crossed, uncrossed, and re-crossed his legs the opposite way, shifting nervously in his seat every few minutes. The waiting was getting to him, and he couldn't calm his pulse. This waiting was always the worst.
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Date: 2007-08-11 11:31 am (UTC)From:David was finding it hard to keep calm. He crossed, uncrossed, and re-crossed his legs the opposite way, shifting nervously in his seat every few minutes. The waiting was getting to him, and he couldn't calm his pulse. This waiting was always the worst.