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He tries to stay grounded, he does --- it gives him authority, especially crucial inside the bureau --- but there’s a sway in how he stands, weight shifting from one foot to another the minute he can afford to drop the role of the FBI agent. It’s a nervous tick slithered its way into his everyday mannerisms as the places he considered safe and places he needed to be on alert started to blur together. It gets worse and worse when he’s worried for someone he’s close to, finding himself completely unable to stand still or keep his body in one position. When he’s scared for himself  he focuses on controlling it, forcing himself to lock his knees and mask the shifts with full-body turns.

FBI training changed his walking pace, from cautious steps to long strides, focus on keeping his weight near the ground to avoid getting jumped when he’s closing in on a suspect. To be able to move fast, certain, and quiet requires a specific way to walk, and it carries out to his personal life. When he’s moving knowingly, he doesn’t stop or slow down --- if he talks, he expects the person to whom he’s talking to keep up. Often, to stay unnoticed in a crowd or to sneak up on someone, Dylan needs to move slower  ( a fast-paced individual will always attract attention ), but that’s always a decision made for that specific situation, most often directly imitated from another person.

" oh my god. " her heart practically leaps on out of her throat as a result of the fright she's been given when she flips on the lights upon her arrival home. her entire kitchen island is filled with daisies — gerberas, to be exact, her favorite. this wasn't a typical break-in. brooke's already certain she knows the culprit. and he's one that's been radio silent for the last four months.

she's not certain that she wants to see him right now, but she's certain that she doesn't want to not see him, so after taking a second to let her heart rate get back down to normal, she calls out, knowing he's lurking around the corner just waiting for her to let him know she won't stab his eyes out with a fork.

" i know you're there, jack. " no promises about the eye-gauging. " you can come out. "

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17. A teasing/sensual kiss

       “I won’t take long,” Henley chirps, pulling on a pair of socks, “don’t worry.”

She’s going to pick up milk. They’d meant to do it yesterday after they’d gotten dinner, but Henley had been a bit.... preoccupied (which may or may not have had something to do with a certain sleight of hand) and forgot, so now she was running down to the corner store so Jack could have cereal and she could drink her coffee and actually enjoy it.

Jack, to his credit, is putting up a bit of a fuss about her going out. It’s a nice gesture. She’s suited up now, though, so she just sits on his side of the bed and leans down. “I’ll be back,” she says, leaving a peck on his lips.

No, hold on...

That’s not quite enough fun.

Henley leans in again, holding her hair back. The kiss this time is slow, long. She breathes Jack in as their lips connect again. She lets her hair fall and trails her fingers down his cheek to rest against his neck She starts to get a little carried away, then, deepens the kiss, shifts against him and pulls him closer before realizing if she doesn’t leave now, they’re never going out for groceries again.

               “I’ll be back soon.”

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