[He curls towards her like he's been waiting for her the whole time — which isn't so inaccurate. Halfway facing her, a little more of the tension in his whole body fades.]
[There's a lot he wants to say. Like about how he wasn't really being sweet, he just cares about her, like he said. About how it's okay, because feelings are weird and unpredictable a lot of the time (most of the time) and it felt like the right time to him. About how he's glad she said it — and he is.]
[But he gets caught up with just looking at her, mystified by the fact that he gets to be here holding her at all. It's that, and the emotional exhaustion, that fully kills his filter. His voice is genuinely awed when he speaks.]
Your eyes are so . . . pretty. [Girl . . . beautiful. Wow.]
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[There's a lot he wants to say. Like about how he wasn't really being sweet, he just cares about her, like he said. About how it's okay, because feelings are weird and unpredictable a lot of the time (most of the time) and it felt like the right time to him. About how he's glad she said it — and he is.]
[But he gets caught up with just looking at her, mystified by the fact that he gets to be here holding her at all. It's that, and the emotional exhaustion, that fully kills his filter. His voice is genuinely awed when he speaks.]
Your eyes are so . . . pretty. [Girl . . . beautiful. Wow.]