[ His eyes open in time to meet her own pleading look, holding her gaze for a moment. He debates his answer to that, since just because she isn’t like the others doesn’t change what he’s like. It hasn’t ruled out the inevitable crash of reality that’s still looming in his future. But he knows she’s not going to accept that answer right now anyway. Not until it’s real.
So instead he bends his head closer to hers, his lips hovering over her own. ]
Then what are you afraid of, Hilda? What’s stopping you from taking what you want?
no subject
So instead he bends his head closer to hers, his lips hovering over her own. ]
Then what are you afraid of, Hilda? What’s stopping you from taking what you want?