[she doesn't verbally respond, but she does step closer to Adora, one hand still clingingly tightly to Iris's. she's never been good at words. . . except when she needed to use them to fast-talk herself out of a bad situation. but when it comes to feelings, to sincerity, to genuine honesty. . . words always seem to fail her]
[so instead. . . she crouches down and uses her free hand to brush some stray strands of hair from her forehead so she can press a gentle, loving, tender kiss against the skin there]
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[she doesn't verbally respond, but she does step closer to Adora, one hand still clingingly tightly to Iris's. she's never been good at words. . . except when she needed to use them to fast-talk herself out of a bad situation. but when it comes to feelings, to sincerity, to genuine honesty. . . words always seem to fail her]
[so instead. . . she crouches down and uses her free hand to brush some stray strands of hair from her forehead so she can press a gentle, loving, tender kiss against the skin there]