Balfour stared at his hand as if it were detached when it reached up to brush against Reid's chin, thumb against his lips. Could he? Well there was nothing stopping him, but was it--
He was distracted by the joke, his hand falling away from Reid's face as he laughed softly and shook his head.]
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[Hand. Hand, what are you doing. Hand stahp.
Balfour stared at his hand as if it were detached when it reached up to brush against Reid's chin, thumb against his lips. Could he? Well there was nothing stopping him, but was it--
He was distracted by the joke, his hand falling away from Reid's face as he laughed softly and shook his head.]
I'm just teasing.
[Dismissive.]