His arms didn't quite want to slide free, but eventually they did. Almandine's hands rested briefly on Arachne's waist and then fell away entirely, because if he didn't let go now, he wouldn't want to do so later, and the longer he stayed, the less likely he was to do anything productive.
"Next week," Almandine repeated. "Okay."
He wished it was not quite so far away. Almandine hesitated, then reached out and took Arachne's hand to give it a small squeeze.
"Thank you," he said softly.
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