[It's a surprisingly soft sound that escapes her then; color floods her cheeks for a moment, from embarrassment as much as the warmth that his touch has caused to surge through her, and she clears her throat softly as she ducks her chin, smiling faintly, her lips curving against the gentle brush of his thumb.]
You don't... you don't have to say things like that.
[But she's not angry, not shunning it the way she might have in the past. It's... nice, even if she doesn't know quite how to handle such things. She exhales, her hand coming to rest against his thigh as the fingers of the other remain curled into his hair.]
I... know how you feel.
[He's being generous. Kind. She couldn't bear to hear that from most other people, would insist they were full of it, but the way those words sound coming from him makes her chest feel tight.]
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[It's a surprisingly soft sound that escapes her then; color floods her cheeks for a moment, from embarrassment as much as the warmth that his touch has caused to surge through her, and she clears her throat softly as she ducks her chin, smiling faintly, her lips curving against the gentle brush of his thumb.]
You don't... you don't have to say things like that.
[But she's not angry, not shunning it the way she might have in the past. It's... nice, even if she doesn't know quite how to handle such things. She exhales, her hand coming to rest against his thigh as the fingers of the other remain curled into his hair.]
I... know how you feel.
[He's being generous. Kind. She couldn't bear to hear that from most other people, would insist they were full of it, but the way those words sound coming from him makes her chest feel tight.]