He makes another soft noise at her treatment of his lip, squeezing her shoulder as the kiss breaks, his eyes coming open suddenly and almost owlishly. He feels her shake and wonders if she regrets what just happened, his brows furrowing slightly as he tries to suss out what's going on here. His fork clatters loudly against his plate then, he had forgotten himself and dropped it, and as a result he jumps a bit. His heart can't take this, and he makes a grab for his plate and hers, setting them on the cart before he can be even further frustrated by the logistics of this moment.
But when he turns back to look at her all of his nervousness just comes back full-force. He feels like he's done something wrong, however illogical that may be. The conflict shows clearly on his face, and he knows he has to push some words, any words out before he loses the ability altogether. "...What was that for?"
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Date: 2016-09-10 08:21 pm (UTC)But when he turns back to look at her all of his nervousness just comes back full-force. He feels like he's done something wrong, however illogical that may be. The conflict shows clearly on his face, and he knows he has to push some words, any words out before he loses the ability altogether. "...What was that for?"