[Hearing her laugh—he never would have imagined he could feel so strongly about it. It first starts with a flutter in his chest that hitches his breath, and then it ripples all the way down to his abdomen, a ticklish feeling that refuses to immediately leave. It blanks his mind, leaves him defenseless, and in the next moment he wants to reach out and turn her face towards him, to swallow her breath and take it for himself.
It's so strong it burns, and when she turns to him for a moment it reflects in his gaze, how he stares into her own before also drifting to her lips. He had made the decision to not do anything, to keep his distance, to clear his head. He knows that they've been through a series of high tense, emotional events, events that could easily skew their thoughts, their feelings, cloud their judgment.
Rationally he knows all this. And normally he can maintain that. Yet seeing her so close, seeing her own signs that maybe...
There's a tense stretch of silence as he continues to stare down at her, the air seeming to crackle with the rising heat. But then it dims as he ducks his head away, his voice just a quiet murmur.]
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It's so strong it burns, and when she turns to him for a moment it reflects in his gaze, how he stares into her own before also drifting to her lips. He had made the decision to not do anything, to keep his distance, to clear his head. He knows that they've been through a series of high tense, emotional events, events that could easily skew their thoughts, their feelings, cloud their judgment.
Rationally he knows all this. And normally he can maintain that. Yet seeing her so close, seeing her own signs that maybe...
There's a tense stretch of silence as he continues to stare down at her, the air seeming to crackle with the rising heat. But then it dims as he ducks his head away, his voice just a quiet murmur.]
...It's still not much.
[Away from the line.]