[ Too many years spent being formless and alone have made him just as curious about touch as he is about speech. He reacts to the fingers along his skin with just the slightest hint of a shiver, a careful narrow of his eyes, but ultimately? He adjusts.
It's true— he wants Monts to teach him, but he didn't think about how all of this would necessitate them being so close. He feels his cheeks warm under her touch, but he doesn't pull away. ]
'Kay.
[ A low mumble, and he scoots closer. He can't seem to decide what he wants to do with his hands, so he puts one on Monts' knee before looking uncertain. Is this... fine...??? ]
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It's true— he wants Monts to teach him, but he didn't think about how all of this would necessitate them being so close. He feels his cheeks warm under her touch, but he doesn't pull away. ]
'Kay.
[ A low mumble, and he scoots closer. He can't seem to decide what he wants to do with his hands, so he puts one on Monts' knee before looking uncertain. Is this... fine...??? ]
...You have nice eyes. [ awkward ]