[ A moment or two. His mind fills the space swiftly, spinning and sinking, sinking and pacing. She could refuse. He isn't keeping her, she hadn't a destination in mind, but those two facts, whether separate or taken together, do not necessarily lead to continuing with him.
Whether or not he wants her to refuse, he should.
But she doesn't, and he shouldn't feel what he does. Really, he needs to get a better hold of his head. All this isn't like him, and he doesn't feel like blaming it on unwelcome memory. That would concede that it had gotten to him, had incited more than curiosity.
His relief, then, rushes a touch too forceful when she breezes through the atmosphere building between them. ]
Oh, are we? Tell me, what's the heaviest thing you've lifted?
[ Never mind the figure of speech. He's smiling, the sharp cut of it more knowing, more smirk. Lifting his arms behind his head, he begins walking, expecting her to fall into step beside him.
Weaving his arms to the side as he leans away from the flitting of a firefly. ]
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Whether or not he wants her to refuse, he should.
But she doesn't, and he shouldn't feel what he does. Really, he needs to get a better hold of his head. All this isn't like him, and he doesn't feel like blaming it on unwelcome memory. That would concede that it had gotten to him, had incited more than curiosity.
His relief, then, rushes a touch too forceful when she breezes through the atmosphere building between them. ]
Oh, are we? Tell me, what's the heaviest thing you've lifted?
[ Never mind the figure of speech. He's smiling, the sharp cut of it more knowing, more smirk. Lifting his arms behind his head, he begins walking, expecting her to fall into step beside him.
Weaving his arms to the side as he leans away from the flitting of a firefly. ]
Because I'm just that clever, huh? Maybe.
[ He's trying, too. ]