[It was easy for her to ignore the stares, unsurprisingly, brushing them off like it was nothing to her. Having half of your face scarred warranted many more strange stares than walking around in wedding gowns. At least they weren't looks of pity.
Seated in their car by now she's almost forgotten their hands were still together. She was never very big on physical contact with others, mainly because most everyone she knew was through work and thus just seemed unprofessional, but for now the connection was... nice.
As the train moves she stares at out the window past her own reflection (and his) to watch the scenery pass them by. Even with the people sharing their car it was pretty serene.]
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Seated in their car by now she's almost forgotten their hands were still together. She was never very big on physical contact with others, mainly because most everyone she knew was through work and thus just seemed unprofessional, but for now the connection was... nice.
As the train moves she stares at out the window past her own reflection (and his) to watch the scenery pass them by. Even with the people sharing their car it was pretty serene.]