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Kit watched as Love tapped her finger against the side of the metallic cup he had brought for their nightcap, he had noticed her doing something similar on a few occasions, like a nervous tick or habitual compulsion. He had noticed her a lot in fact.
The way she never appeared flustered or emotional, her calm and steady gaze that would turn ice cold when something irritated or displeased her. Her eyes were like pools of mercury that sometimes appeared to shine like silver.
"Why do you do that?" He reached out and caught her hand on the side of the glass.
She calmly withdrew her hand and looked at her finger, "Hmm, this? I don't remember, just a habit."