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He’s scanning left and right, these restless pupils! What are they even trying to follow? We can’t imagine, especially since the world beyond the window seems to lack proper action. She’s trying to hide her lover underneath the cover, but just before that, her hand forms a weird loop, as if she’s overcoming an obstacle. Probably she does, but she’s not yet aware of it. He gives in, head down. Consent is never truly mutual.