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Circle in a circle in a circle, line out, across, out, across, keep it small so he won't see.
"Qifrey?" Olly leans closer, braces his elbows against the table as he twists Qifrey's fingers through his own. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spring a confession on you if you don't—"
Qifrey shakes his head before Olly can finish. It hurts but it needs to hurt. "No, Olly. It isn't a surprise."
Same pose as the seventh, same expression as the fourth, and the gasp as Qifrey draws the spell free and holds it out is the same every time.