[...Mmm. There's a comfort that comes with his words, a little bit of room to forgive herself for how much this confuses her. But... part of her wonders if maybe... maybe she's looking too far into this? With how he words it... she can't tell if he's just being gentle or just... doesn't understand.
Maybe whatever she was feeling... wasn't entirely shared...? Even though...
...
That, somberly, settles her into something far more familiar. Unrequited affection was an old friend, even if it ached a little, even if she had no proof one way or another. It... felt easier this way.
...]
I'm... I'm not the one who has to worry about that. Really, I... as long as I can make sure people like you and Nic and Toi are all still... still okay...
That's what matters more to me.
Um... [She'll gently nod towards the garden, adjusting her grip of her good hand to try and lace her fingers with his.] I... I'm okay with... with just this. Just some quiet. [With him.]
[ah-- he feels a little heat rise to his cheeks as their fingers intertwine, but the contact. . . it's not bad at all, and he gives her hand a little squeeze as though to say so. and her request. . . honestly, after the pain of the entire weekend, he could use some peace and quiet, too]
[something to soothe the anxieties he keeps shoved so far down. the worries and fears he pretends don't exist, so he isn't bogged down by them]
I think I'd like that.
Just. . . some quiet.
[and with that. . . he tugs against her hand and begins to walk again]
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Maybe whatever she was feeling... wasn't entirely shared...? Even though...
...
That, somberly, settles her into something far more familiar. Unrequited affection was an old friend, even if it ached a little, even if she had no proof one way or another. It... felt easier this way.
...]
I'm... I'm not the one who has to worry about that. Really, I... as long as I can make sure people like you and Nic and Toi are all still... still okay...
That's what matters more to me.
Um... [She'll gently nod towards the garden, adjusting her grip of her good hand to try and lace her fingers with his.] I... I'm okay with... with just this. Just some quiet. [With him.]
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[something to soothe the anxieties he keeps shoved so far down. the worries and fears he pretends don't exist, so he isn't bogged down by them]
I think I'd like that.
Just. . . some quiet.
[and with that. . . he tugs against her hand and begins to walk again]