[Duval does nothing without reason. That includes changing the direction of this conversation.]
Okay. [He straightens up, too, but then draws his knees up onto the couch. With a little more shuffling, Duval is able to position himself to hold Purple proper. Chest to what he can only assume is Purple's chest, and his hands bunched in the back of their cloak.
For some reason, Duval holds his breath, anxious for Purple's reaction. He's steeling himself for them to pull away.]
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Okay. [He straightens up, too, but then draws his knees up onto the couch. With a little more shuffling, Duval is able to position himself to hold Purple proper. Chest to what he can only assume is Purple's chest, and his hands bunched in the back of their cloak.
For some reason, Duval holds his breath, anxious for Purple's reaction. He's steeling himself for them to pull away.]