[ His hands are warm upon hers, not completely soft over her skin. She looks down at their held hands: some scars, but faint, small. She raises his gaze to him again: his expression is somber, reserved. Denying, deflecting--
It's easy to get the wrong idea, y'know.
-- but ultimately correct in his interpretation that this is not romantic love (or so she assumes he's come to conclude). At this, something about her seems to relax, and her weight shifts from one leg to the other. ]
...I apologize. [ The excuse would be that normally, she is careful! She doesn't just go randomly saying this! Except she doesn't excuse herself because what good would it be when he knows nothing about her? ] But--... [ A pause. ]
It's... the truth. [ ...HUH, so it is. Maybe that's what's wrong overall. The tea has tricked her! ]
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It's easy to get the wrong idea, y'know.
-- but ultimately correct in his interpretation that this is not romantic love (or so she assumes he's come to conclude). At this, something about her seems to relax, and her weight shifts from one leg to the other. ]
...I apologize. [ The excuse would be that normally, she is careful! She doesn't just go randomly saying this! Except she doesn't excuse herself because what good would it be when he knows nothing about her? ] But--... [ A pause. ]
It's... the truth. [ ...HUH, so it is. Maybe that's what's wrong overall. The tea has tricked her! ]