[ he will just ignore that comment about his admirers. and also ignore the way the tips of his ears are turning red and his heart feels too full for his chest when he thinks of just how fine things are with her. ]
Things are... good. With us. [ he's still kind of in shock that she said yes, honestly. and that means there's a bit of a delayed reaction to the "two years is a long time" part of what she said. when that does process, he pulls back from her and frowns thoughtfully. ]
That's not too odd, is it? That I remember two years of being with you that you don't.
[ the last thing he wants to do is make her uncomfortable. while it would hurt to pretend that he's not madly in love with her, he would do it if she said yes, it was too odd. or if she needed time to wrap her head around it. or whatever else she could say. ]
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Things are... good. With us. [ he's still kind of in shock that she said yes, honestly. and that means there's a bit of a delayed reaction to the "two years is a long time" part of what she said. when that does process, he pulls back from her and frowns thoughtfully. ]
That's not too odd, is it? That I remember two years of being with you that you don't.
[ the last thing he wants to do is make her uncomfortable. while it would hurt to pretend that he's not madly in love with her, he would do it if she said yes, it was too odd. or if she needed time to wrap her head around it. or whatever else she could say. ]