[Does he look shy when she mentions the flowers? A little self-conscious? Perhaps there's an infinitesimal hint of such things written into the angles of his face, but perhaps you're imagining things.
And he'd understand, were she to say such things aloud, the doubts she can't bypass, a disbelief in her sense of worth. He feels those same feelings down to the centre of himself, after all, knocking hollow against his bones, ever-present and unrelenting. Hard not to, after a lifetime of being informed of one's worthlessness. But she doesn't speak it aloud, instead asks another question, and although the denial is right there on the tip of his tongue, the little scoff, the sarcastic comment--
--ultimately, it doesn't come. Instead there's a heavy moment of silence instead, whilst he debates with himself over whether it's really something he can say. But for all he knows she'll decide to leave, ultimately, and if it can't be said in a moment like this, perhaps it never can be. As such--]
Yes.
[Unlike her, he sounds quite serious. Quite solemn.]
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And he'd understand, were she to say such things aloud, the doubts she can't bypass, a disbelief in her sense of worth. He feels those same feelings down to the centre of himself, after all, knocking hollow against his bones, ever-present and unrelenting. Hard not to, after a lifetime of being informed of one's worthlessness. But she doesn't speak it aloud, instead asks another question, and although the denial is right there on the tip of his tongue, the little scoff, the sarcastic comment--
--ultimately, it doesn't come. Instead there's a heavy moment of silence instead, whilst he debates with himself over whether it's really something he can say. But for all he knows she'll decide to leave, ultimately, and if it can't be said in a moment like this, perhaps it never can be. As such--]
Yes.
[Unlike her, he sounds quite serious. Quite solemn.]