[The way she says it, somewhere in the nexus of a theoretical, a tease, and a reward, makes him instinctively lean into her further, almost going for a kiss. Almost, but not quite. His lips brush hers before he breathes in sharply and rests his forehead against hers.]
[She knows, he thinks, that he'd be desperately happy with anything she wanted to give him. He's so confident in that that he doesn't bother clarifying — he can feel it. But the way she's dangling this in front of him does demand a response, so . . .]
Yeah. Yeah, maybe. I guess—
[Damn. He swallows hard.]
Guess it depends how I do.
[It doesn't. It's absolutely not conditional. But it's nice to think it does, in a warm way that he can't yet entirely wrap his head around.]
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[She knows, he thinks, that he'd be desperately happy with anything she wanted to give him. He's so confident in that that he doesn't bother clarifying — he can feel it. But the way she's dangling this in front of him does demand a response, so . . .]
Yeah. Yeah, maybe. I guess—
[Damn. He swallows hard.]
Guess it depends how I do.
[It doesn't. It's absolutely not conditional. But it's nice to think it does, in a warm way that he can't yet entirely wrap his head around.]