[He catches that drift of her gaze - because with how closely he's hanging onto every movement and every flicker of expression, it stands out like those neon signs from back in Brooklyn.
He doesn't expect her to be bold enough to keep pushing, but it's not as if he minds. He reaches up to his collar, fumbling with the clasp there one-handed (because of course he can't just take his hands off her entirely, that would just be crazy). He's gotten pretty efficient with the buttons on his western uniform, but this isn't quite made the same way, and what started as a careful, controlled attempt gives way to him just pulling on the damned thing and hoping it'll pop.
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He doesn't expect her to be bold enough to keep pushing, but it's not as if he minds. He reaches up to his collar, fumbling with the clasp there one-handed (because of course he can't just take his hands off her entirely, that would just be crazy). He's gotten pretty efficient with the buttons on his western uniform, but this isn't quite made the same way, and what started as a careful, controlled attempt gives way to him just pulling on the damned thing and hoping it'll pop.
He still won't let go of her.]