I think someone's got a kink for being called on his own bullshit.
[When his arm find their way around her, she can't find a reason not to put her own around his waist, nails bundling up the back of his shirt as she gets comfortable in his hold.]
My tolerance must really be keeping you around then, because otherwise, I don't see why you do.
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[When his arm find their way around her, she can't find a reason not to put her own around his waist, nails bundling up the back of his shirt as she gets comfortable in his hold.]
My tolerance must really be keeping you around then, because otherwise, I don't see why you do.