[ He still doesn’t say anything… but not by choice. It feels as though his words are caught in his throat. Nothing he thinks to say feels right, none of his jeers or teases feel apt.
So he wordlessly slips behind her, just like usual. His arms slip under hers, wrapping around her waist. She’s beautiful. It’s as he usually touches her, how he starts out at least, and at first it seems like that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
But then… his hands drop down away from her chest, instead further wrapping around her waist and pulling her close, her back to his chest. He rests his chin atop her head, a privilege afforded to him by his height, and… ]
…sorry.
[ Spoken so softly she couldn’t be blamed for not hearing it properly. ]
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So he wordlessly slips behind her, just like usual. His arms slip under hers, wrapping around her waist.
She’s beautiful.It’s as he usually touches her, how he starts out at least, and at first it seems like that’s exactly what he’s going to do.But then… his hands drop down away from her chest, instead further wrapping around her waist and pulling her close, her back to his chest. He rests his chin atop her head, a privilege afforded to him by his height, and… ]
…sorry.
[ Spoken so softly she couldn’t be blamed for not hearing it properly. ]