Sliding buttered croissants onto the plates with some fresh fruit, Arthur turned to Mal. He hesitated a moment before reaching out and sliding his hand along her back. He shouldn't touch her, shouldn't let himself indulge in such things but she was so fragile, like broken glass held together by sheer will.
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Date: 2011-03-01 01:29 am (UTC)