[And as he gets toward the far side of the market, he grabs Boone's lapel like he wants to tug him off somewhere to talk. Maybe that's what he's intending. Maybe thats what he wants when he pulls him around to the side of a shop, the most private place he can find right then.]
[But instead of speaking he ends up hugging him hard, enough to pull him up so that he would have to stand on the balls of his feet, and he jams his face against his neck.]
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[And as he gets toward the far side of the market, he grabs Boone's lapel like he wants to tug him off somewhere to talk. Maybe that's what he's intending. Maybe thats what he wants when he pulls him around to the side of a shop, the most private place he can find right then.]
[But instead of speaking he ends up hugging him hard, enough to pull him up so that he would have to stand on the balls of his feet, and he jams his face against his neck.]
I really like you. [Muffled by the fabric.]