[He notes something there, even as he idly palms the spinning coin, stilling it in his hand. Naturally observant, his eyes skate over her body language, notably the hands. A subtle hint of closing herself off, drawing inward, from either nervousness or timidness.
He wonders if he's overstepped a boundary, offering to help clean and whatever else she might need. He had only been trying to be helpful -- and Ai does rather strike him as the introverted type, so maybe he should've known better -- but sometimes it's strange, flitting in the wind with no real purpose before him. Connor had been sincere when he said he didn't want to impose on her time and space; it felt right to just give something back in return, out of appreciation.
But maybe she doesn't want that. The 'we'll see' is generally a very non-committal answer, and so Connor decides to not push the subject. He tries to ease that tiny thread of worry in the air.]
If you change your mind, at least you know where to find me. On the sofa.
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He wonders if he's overstepped a boundary, offering to help clean and whatever else she might need. He had only been trying to be helpful -- and Ai does rather strike him as the introverted type, so maybe he should've known better -- but sometimes it's strange, flitting in the wind with no real purpose before him. Connor had been sincere when he said he didn't want to impose on her time and space; it felt right to just give something back in return, out of appreciation.
But maybe she doesn't want that. The 'we'll see' is generally a very non-committal answer, and so Connor decides to not push the subject. He tries to ease that tiny thread of worry in the air.]
If you change your mind, at least you know where to find me. On the sofa.