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[He should mind. Is distantly aware of this fact, that he should care about the casual touch, the implied intimacy in her gesture. But-

He doesn't.

Whatever Daisy lit in him during those long days and longer nights on Braccia, it stayed. Buried itself somewhere deep inside, the scent of her hair, the smile on her face and the way her head fits so perfectly against his chest. The sound of her heart beating as she slept, with his own head pillowed close.]

Anytime.