[ there likely is no actual logic to it and whatever blame he casts on her is likely equally directed to himself. but, naturally, it isn't like he could vocalize that in quite the same way. no, it wouldn't be inaccurate to state that he refused to be let it known that he was equally mortified by the ordeal. hence, he keeps up something of a farce. granted, he's not especially skilled in concealing it.
he almost feels her surprise just due to their proximity. the way her breath is before contact, and then even in the swift aftermath of her returning the gesture. he doesn't know if her doing the same was some misguided act of goodwill or if in that singular moment, their desires simply coincided— likely ushered by whatever power this world (or more accurately, mistletoe) held over them. it's fleeting, however and seems to end in a flash.
before he knows it, she pulls away and ... just her face is enough to swallow him up entirely in what he hopes it regret? but, feels more like something else completely. ] What's with that face? [ aka, stop it!
ugh...
he can't even look at her and so he does the most sensible thing, now that the feeling has dwindled. ... and that is to walk away. ]
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he almost feels her surprise just due to their proximity. the way her breath is before contact, and then even in the swift aftermath of her returning the gesture. he doesn't know if her doing the same was some misguided act of goodwill or if in that singular moment, their desires simply coincided— likely ushered by whatever power this world (or more accurately, mistletoe) held over them. it's fleeting, however and seems to end in a flash.
before he knows it, she pulls away and ... just her face is enough to swallow him up entirely in what he hopes it regret? but, feels more like something else completely. ] What's with that face? [ aka, stop it!
ugh...
he can't even look at her and so he does the most sensible thing, now that the feeling has dwindled. ... and that is to walk away. ]