[ he nods; that was how he'd understood it when he'd made the offer anyway. (though it does also occur to him how it might be interpreted, even if that really wasn't what he had in mind.)
either way... that lost feeling that had broken through a moment ago gets washed away by something much warmer again, and he smiles. ]
[ that gets echoed, too - and after a beat, he scooches a little closer, pressing their shoulders together. close enough to the same height, sitting down. ]
Then... thank you, for whiling away the hours with me. [ genuine, though lightly - ] If I bore you to sleep with chatter, I promise I won't be offended.
[ there are more affectionate feelings as their shoulders touch, and something... maybe a little bit fluttery? ]
Doubt you really have to worry about that, but I'll... er...
[ ...he's suddenly very aware of how close their faces are now that they're facing each other like this. which isn't something he'd normally think twice about, except that they did have that sort of semi-official date last week, and now that fluttery feeling is getting a lot more prominent, along with the pink colour rising in his cheeks.
...
and then he glances away. fuck, what is he doing. ]
distracted by looking down at his lap, by his own thoughts turning over and over, it's the bloom of affection that stops it, and right as that fluttering warmth hits, taair lifts his head. just like that, they're nose to nose, and he blinks, once, twice - though it's half a beat late, his own emotions bubble up like a rolling wave, a matching crescendo to fidelio's as his breath catches.
it's that same fluttery feeling, the warmth of butterflies that briefly steal all the words from his eloquent tongue: in unison, color blooms red across his face with the surge of affection, and his heart does a backflip. there's a beat. one. two. ]
... [ and then, as the moment breaks, taair flushes even further and drops his head, tucking a piece of his hair behind one very red ear - despite the critical embarrassment that bleeds in, a feeling of utter fluster, there's a shy smile on his face even still. ]
Hha. [ what was he doing, indeed... ] Well! You say that, but we'll see.
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either way... that lost feeling that had broken through a moment ago gets washed away by something much warmer again, and he smiles. ]
Got nowhere else I need to be tonight, so. Sure.
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[ that gets echoed, too - and after a beat, he scooches a little closer, pressing their shoulders together. close enough to the same height, sitting down. ]
Then... thank you, for whiling away the hours with me. [ genuine, though lightly - ] If I bore you to sleep with chatter, I promise I won't be offended.
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Doubt you really have to worry about that, but I'll... er...
[ ...he's suddenly very aware of how close their faces are now that they're facing each other like this. which isn't something he'd normally think twice about, except that they did have that sort of semi-official date last week, and now that fluttery feeling is getting a lot more prominent, along with the pink colour rising in his cheeks.
...
and then he glances away. fuck, what is he doing. ]
I-I'll keep that in mind.
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distracted by looking down at his lap, by his own thoughts turning over and over, it's the bloom of affection that stops it, and right as that fluttering warmth hits, taair lifts his head. just like that, they're nose to nose, and he blinks, once, twice - though it's half a beat late, his own emotions bubble up like a rolling wave, a matching crescendo to fidelio's as his breath catches.
it's that same fluttery feeling, the warmth of butterflies that briefly steal all the words from his eloquent tongue: in unison, color blooms red across his face with the surge of affection, and his heart does a backflip. there's a beat. one. two. ]
... [ and then, as the moment breaks, taair flushes even further and drops his head, tucking a piece of his hair behind one very red ear - despite the critical embarrassment that bleeds in, a feeling of utter fluster, there's a shy smile on his face even still. ]
Hha. [ what was he doing, indeed... ] Well! You say that, but we'll see.