[ For a second, he's...somber? Awestruck? He's not sure what it is, but a combination of those eyes, those deep blues that he remembers from the first day they met, have him fixed—
—but she opens her mouth and ruins it, like she does with so many things. And he laughs, because he's grown to expect it by now and he's grown to like that about her, the willingness not to keep things strange or heavy. ]
no subject
—but she opens her mouth and ruins it, like she does with so many things. And he laughs, because he's grown to expect it by now and he's grown to like that about her, the willingness not to keep things strange or heavy. ]
If you wanted a kiss, you can just. You know.
Say it.
[ Again: just saying. ]