( he's never been so tactile, and such a move surprises him just a little bit, too — but it doesn't feel wrong by any stretch of the imagination, though there is a flicker of concern that disrupts his expression and he does think, for a small moment, that it had been too much, too soon. he's never been impulsive, not like this, anyway. maybe she's bringing it out of him.
he almost retracts his hand, his touch entirely but she ends up leaning into it in a way he isn't really expecting, but to say he'd been expecting any of this in the first place would be trying to get away with the biggest, fattest lie he's ever told, and while he might be a damn good manipulator, that doesn't mean he's a very good liar when it comes to things like this. he'll actually be pretty terrible at it, if he ever tries, but let's just hope that he doesn't.
her skin is warm, and soft, and pleasing in a way that he doesn't think he has a word for, yet; it's remarkably essay to be like this with her, sharing space and quiet conversation and, previously, tea. it's been mentioned before that this is something he thinks he might be able to get used to, were it to continue to happen, but only time will tell on that front, won't it?
he lets her finish talking, a ridiculous and all-encompassing urge rising up in him to pull her into a hug, but that's … not something he's very well-versed in, either. vash hugs him, and rem had — he's never actively sought out something like that for himself. funny, that. )
He definitely has no issue bringing others into his orbit. ( he says softly, fondly, the sort of warmth dripping from his voice that could only ever be meant for vash. ) I believe you. I'm not very good at letting another take care of me, but I don't think I would mind if you gave it a try. ( a beat. ) So long as I'm allowed to return the favor. ( and that, uh … doesn't exactly mean the blanket thought of 'i'm going to learn how to cook because i want to feed everyone'.
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he almost retracts his hand, his touch entirely but she ends up leaning into it in a way he isn't really expecting, but to say he'd been expecting any of this in the first place would be trying to get away with the biggest, fattest lie he's ever told, and while he might be a damn good manipulator, that doesn't mean he's a very good liar when it comes to things like this. he'll actually be pretty terrible at it, if he ever tries, but let's just hope that he doesn't.
her skin is warm, and soft, and pleasing in a way that he doesn't think he has a word for, yet; it's remarkably essay to be like this with her, sharing space and quiet conversation and, previously, tea. it's been mentioned before that this is something he thinks he might be able to get used to, were it to continue to happen, but only time will tell on that front, won't it?
he lets her finish talking, a ridiculous and all-encompassing urge rising up in him to pull her into a hug, but that's … not something he's very well-versed in, either. vash hugs him, and rem had — he's never actively sought out something like that for himself. funny, that. )
He definitely has no issue bringing others into his orbit. ( he says softly, fondly, the sort of warmth dripping from his voice that could only ever be meant for vash. ) I believe you. I'm not very good at letting another take care of me, but I don't think I would mind if you gave it a try. ( a beat. ) So long as I'm allowed to return the favor. ( and that, uh … doesn't exactly mean the blanket thought of 'i'm going to learn how to cook because i want to feed everyone'.
this is just for you, little one. )