[Ben waits, his trepidation masked, while Alex searches for the right word. He needn't have worried. Somehow he knew that, but he has to learn it over and over again, and maybe someday it will stick.
The soldier in Ben is still too close to the surface for the sense of humor he's learning to give in to to show, but he rubs the outside of his thumb along the outside of his thigh in an aborted fidget of consideration, as if he has to think about it.
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The soldier in Ben is still too close to the surface for the sense of humor he's learning to give in to to show, but he rubs the outside of his thumb along the outside of his thigh in an aborted fidget of consideration, as if he has to think about it.
Then:] I think I would like that very much.