[He knows she's trying to change the the subject. And he's okay with that. Talking about shit is hard sometimes. He's not even good at looking at his legs for too long right now, let alone talk about what happened in there. And she lost a limb, instead of getting them mangled.
Okay, Thomas, focus. You have a hot woman in your lap making out with you and all you can do is worry about her. What are you, her Mom? ... Ew, gross.
Anyway.
He shifts a little underneath her to get more comfortable, his hands moving to her hips, not really sure where to put them. He ends up going for her waist to tug her closer as he kisses her back.]
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Okay, Thomas, focus. You have a hot woman in your lap making out with you and all you can do is worry about her. What are you, her Mom? ... Ew, gross.
Anyway.
He shifts a little underneath her to get more comfortable, his hands moving to her hips, not really sure where to put them. He ends up going for her waist to tug her closer as he kisses her back.]