[ where her mind wanders, his thoughts loop around in the same, wild circles, and he doesn't even have any alcohol to blame. how much is she asking for? what can he give? are they on the same page, or is this just two deeply affectionate people shooting at very different marks? he takes a breath, shutting his eyes for a moment. the vagueness doesn't help. they'd talked about it. he knows this from experience how difficult it gets to read what caring and loving and all those things look like, how easy it is to stumble around and tread indelicately.
except maybe now he's trying too hard to dodge stepping on any toes. softly, ]
You don't need to worry about that. You would never lose me, not for anything.
[ he opens his eyes again, meeting hers. he searches there for a moment, but obviously there's no easy answers, or right time, or anything else. no amount of princely vocabulary is helping him articulate his thoughts or quantify his feelings. so, whatever. to hell with it. ]
Rosamund, can I kiss you? [ he did ask this, nearly two months ago. even that's become less simple. ]
no subject
except maybe now he's trying too hard to dodge stepping on any toes. softly, ]
You don't need to worry about that. You would never lose me, not for anything.
[ he opens his eyes again, meeting hers. he searches there for a moment, but obviously there's no easy answers, or right time, or anything else. no amount of princely vocabulary is helping him articulate his thoughts or quantify his feelings. so, whatever. to hell with it. ]
Rosamund, can I kiss you? [ he did ask this, nearly two months ago. even that's become less simple. ]