[ for whatever little it may be worth, if asked he'd insist that his swipes at himself here had been playful deference, in reclaiming an easy dynamic that they'd enjoyed. ]
Ah, huhhh, that's true, isn't it? [ though his tone almost implies he didn't already know, that he did not, in fact, understand perfectly well what he'd been trying to do by juxtaposing sweets with physical touch, with intimacy. if there is any doubt that this too is spoken for effect, to relish in the moment rather than earnest surprise, he's confident that the laughter that follows will clear it.
he pulls her head in against his chest, combing through her hair to straighten it back out. it may not be enough to do this to make either of them truly presentable again, but it's a start. ]
Maybe we both needed it. [ after all that misery, that game, he won't say, unwilling to risk welcoming the re-entry of guilt and regret so soon. her show, he rules. no brooding: he's trying.
he'll not only allow the kiss, he'll chase her lips and remain close, pulling away just enough to let either of them speak and no more. ]
With all that in mind, I uh. [ another little laugh, airy, pleasantly drowsy. ] I think I can commit to letting my imagination run wild on purpose. [ at current, he'd like to imagine they could stay like this a while longer, for all that he knows that they will have to piece themselves back together. ]
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Ah, huhhh, that's true, isn't it? [ though his tone almost implies he didn't already know, that he did not, in fact, understand perfectly well what he'd been trying to do by juxtaposing sweets with physical touch, with intimacy. if there is any doubt that this too is spoken for effect, to relish in the moment rather than earnest surprise, he's confident that the laughter that follows will clear it.
he pulls her head in against his chest, combing through her hair to straighten it back out. it may not be enough to do this to make either of them truly presentable again, but it's a start. ]
Maybe we both needed it. [ after all that misery, that game, he won't say, unwilling to risk welcoming the re-entry of guilt and regret so soon. her show, he rules. no brooding: he's trying.
he'll not only allow the kiss, he'll chase her lips and remain close, pulling away just enough to let either of them speak and no more. ]
With all that in mind, I uh. [ another little laugh, airy, pleasantly drowsy. ] I think I can commit to letting my imagination run wild on purpose. [ at current, he'd like to imagine they could stay like this a while longer, for all that he knows that they will have to piece themselves back together. ]