About fucking time. [A beat.] I wouldn't offer if I wasn't going to go through with it. I'd hope you'd know that by now.
[She can touch him now, more directly than just being pressed up against each other. She lightly traces a couple of fingers up from his knee towards his hip.]
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About fucking time. [A beat.] I wouldn't offer if I wasn't going to go through with it. I'd hope you'd know that by now.
[She can touch him now, more directly than just being pressed up against each other. She lightly traces a couple of fingers up from his knee towards his hip.]