[His hand was on his knee, close to her leg when she bumped it with hers, and he didn't even think about the fact that he leaned forward enough to close his fingers around her. Just a light touch, resting his hand on her more than holding her as he looked up.]
What have I to be jealous of?
[The way he asked it, the inflection in his voice made it sound as if he was genuinely asking her. He looked confused, uncertain for one of the few times in his long life, and it was all because of her.]
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What have I to be jealous of?
[The way he asked it, the inflection in his voice made it sound as if he was genuinely asking her. He looked confused, uncertain for one of the few times in his long life, and it was all because of her.]