[The question is posed that way for a reason, one he'll be privy to soon enough, but despite that, she can't help her sigh of disappointment in his response. Part of her hopes-- hoped?-- that he'd be honest with her now, given the still very recent circumstances. Her hand leaves his shoulder, though her touch lingers a moment.]
I'll have to take your word for it, then.
[With a groan, the singer shifts, pushing herself up into a sitting position, and looks down at him. A small smile plays on her lips as she takes his hand, the one that was between them. She holds it, seemingly reluctant to let go, but carefully moves it, and his arm, away from him to the edge of the bed. He doesn't stay that way for long, not exactly.
Kaname scoots down and moves to lay in the space between his torso and arm, body to body, her head meant to rest on his shoulder. But she refrains from doing so, even when the rest of her is snug against him. She seeks his gaze, a new trepidation now forming in her eyes.]
Is this okay? [Will it hurt? Is it too soon? This is what you wanted, right?
So may questions whirl around her head. Coupled with the warmth of his body and the pounding of her own heart, a light haze begins to form in her mind. She blinks it back, focusing on him. He's injured, badly so, and she knows this has to be done carefully or not at all.
The thought of him still in pain, like she knows he is, needles her, the concern almost overwhelming. More than anything, Kaname wants to bury her face against him and grab hold, never letting go. The look in her eyes has to convey some of this, she's sure. Almost in a plea, she makes a request.]
Tell me what you're thinking. [She still hasn't laid her head down.]
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I'll have to take your word for it, then.
[With a groan, the singer shifts, pushing herself up into a sitting position, and looks down at him. A small smile plays on her lips as she takes his hand, the one that was between them. She holds it, seemingly reluctant to let go, but carefully moves it, and his arm, away from him to the edge of the bed. He doesn't stay that way for long, not exactly.
Kaname scoots down and moves to lay in the space between his torso and arm, body to body, her head meant to rest on his shoulder. But she refrains from doing so, even when the rest of her is snug against him. She seeks his gaze, a new trepidation now forming in her eyes.]
Is this okay? [Will it hurt? Is it too soon? This is what you wanted, right?
So may questions whirl around her head. Coupled with the warmth of his body and the pounding of her own heart, a light haze begins to form in her mind. She blinks it back, focusing on him. He's injured, badly so, and she knows this has to be done carefully or not at all.
The thought of him still in pain, like she knows he is, needles her, the concern almost overwhelming. More than anything, Kaname wants to bury her face against him and grab hold, never letting go. The look in her eyes has to convey some of this, she's sure. Almost in a plea, she makes a request.]
Tell me what you're thinking. [She still hasn't laid her head down.]