[Nothing follows, and eventually she grabs his wrist so he won't leave before she's figured out anything else to say.
It's--a lot to parse, all at once, but it's so rare that she hears this many words in a row about feelings come out of his mouth that, dream or no, she doesn't interrupt, even though there are so many small things she'd otherwise grab onto to dismiss the whole argument. (Pretty? Brave? Lucky? No way.)
Her cheeks darken nonetheless, and she can't just sit here going in circles forever, and starts again, slow.]
I...don't need you to do nothing like that. You're doing--good.
[She looks up at his face, and down at her lap and the weaving of their legs, and eventually, over to where she's still got his wrist held fast. At length she loosens her grip, slipping her hand around his instead.]
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[Nothing follows, and eventually she grabs his wrist so he won't leave before she's figured out anything else to say.
It's--a lot to parse, all at once, but it's so rare that she hears this many words in a row about feelings come out of his mouth that, dream or no, she doesn't interrupt, even though there are so many small things she'd otherwise grab onto to dismiss the whole argument. (Pretty? Brave? Lucky? No way.)
Her cheeks darken nonetheless, and she can't just sit here going in circles forever, and starts again, slow.]
I...don't need you to do nothing like that. You're doing--good.
[She looks up at his face, and down at her lap and the weaving of their legs, and eventually, over to where she's still got his wrist held fast. At length she loosens her grip, slipping her hand around his instead.]