[Wow, he does not trust that tone. He watches her carefully in a rare moment of thinking before speaking, and he wastes the moment wishing he was better at reading people. Sure, she's made a request—if you could call it that—but this is in no way a happy decision. Is she humoring him? Pitying him, even? With that face, this clearly isn't for her own enjoyment.
He sets down his mug anyway. He doesn't have it in him to refuse, his will buckled quickly from the mix of event-fueled tension and sheer curiosity. And it's just a hand. It's nothing.
He holds out his hand like he's asking her to dance. It's a passive move, a request answered without the potential of overstepping. Another rarity for him. It's purely the curiosity, he tells himself. Not the fear that she'll change her mind and he'll have to retract back into his itchy, lonely little bubble. No, it's the curiosity. That's all.]
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He sets down his mug anyway. He doesn't have it in him to refuse, his will buckled quickly from the mix of event-fueled tension and sheer curiosity. And it's just a hand. It's nothing.
He holds out his hand like he's asking her to dance. It's a passive move, a request answered without the potential of overstepping. Another rarity for him. It's purely the curiosity, he tells himself. Not the fear that she'll change her mind and he'll have to retract back into his itchy, lonely little bubble. No, it's the curiosity. That's all.]