[It takes her a second to register that the one "expecting something living" was the proverbial other guy, not Teo. When she's letting that and the fact that he got hurt again settle, he says something else to distract her and she's left staring. Did he...somehow know? There was no way he could know she was writing about what she knows of him so far, that would be -- impossible. She flicks her eyes to her fingertips and assures that they're free of ink to further assure herself of this before exhaling and crawling over to him. It's his turn to get the sheet wrapped around him, starting like a hood but wrapping around his torso as her arms guide it. Ryder takes up the spot behind him, letting a leg fall on either end and resting her forehead against him. Gosh. It's like some kind of drug, instantly stirring up that good dopamine everyone was low on these days.]
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Was that how, um... Your face?