[In the brief second where her hand makes contact before reality sets in, Rey is reminded suddenly of a similar moment, and her fingers twitch slightly in an aborted caress that she has the sense to stop before it truly starts. Then the rest of this awkward mess crashes down on her, and she pulls her hand away quickly, practically yanking it out of his loose grip with an expression of mild horror.]
Oh! Sorry! [Her lack of real answer is probably answer enough that no, this isn't an isolated incident. A combination of impulsiveness and social ignorance isn't the best for remembering things like other people's personal space. She's usually not so sheepish about it, though.]
I thought you should, you know. Really feel it. And your face—it's the only skin you show, mostly. [Sure, we'll act like that's a logical reason. Let's go with that.]
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Oh! Sorry! [Her lack of real answer is probably answer enough that no, this isn't an isolated incident. A combination of impulsiveness and social ignorance isn't the best for remembering things like other people's personal space. She's usually not so sheepish about it, though.]
I thought you should, you know. Really feel it. And your face—it's the only skin you show, mostly. [Sure, we'll act like that's a logical reason. Let's go with that.]