( coming from someone that has never really had a healthy relationship to fall back on when there's any measure of insecurity at all knocking around inside of that overthinking mind of his β it stands to reason that he's more concerned about mucking this up than giving an immediate response just to quell any of her anxieties.
it doesn't mean anything if you don't get it right, for all he wants little more than to assuage any fears that her feelings are misplaced, he has to choose the right words. and he has to choose them well.
( just be patient with him. he's learning, and he still has a long, long way to go before it all makes sense. )
he's not quite expecting her to finish what he'd thought about starting and reach out for him , take his hand first in just one of hers β so, so small in comparison, it endears him more than he thinks he'll ever be able to put words to β and then both, and such a simple thing shouldn't affect him as it does, but he'll be damned if his heart doesn't do a ridiculous flip-flop somersault behind the cage of his ribs.
his fingers squeeze hers gently, and he picks through his thoughts one by one until he can settle on something that he thinks might actually make sense when he tries to put it into words. ) I find your friendship invaluable, to start. Whether or not there would ever be anything more than thatβ ( he pauses, absently worrying at his bottom lip with the edge of one sharp incisor, a nervous habit he doesn't actually realize he's picked up just yet. ) I don't think there are words for how much I appreciate your acceptance of me. As a whole.
( you know how vash has a tendency to ramble when he's nervous? this is the nai equivalent. too many words regardless of what he's actually trying to convey.
he swallows thickly, throat clicking with the dryness in the very back of it, pale eyes searching hers and hoping she'll understand. ) I care for you, very much. But I can't tell you that I have any idea what to do beyond that. ( hey, stupid.
haven't you been thinking that you wouldn't mind kissing her again. you could start with that. )
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it doesn't mean anything if you don't get it right, for all he wants little more than to assuage any fears that her feelings are misplaced, he has to choose the right words. and he has to choose them well.
( just be patient with him. he's learning, and he still has a long, long way to go before it all makes sense. )
he's not quite expecting her to finish what he'd thought about starting and reach out for him , take his hand first in just one of hers β so, so small in comparison, it endears him more than he thinks he'll ever be able to put words to β and then both, and such a simple thing shouldn't affect him as it does, but he'll be damned if his heart doesn't do a ridiculous flip-flop somersault behind the cage of his ribs.
his fingers squeeze hers gently, and he picks through his thoughts one by one until he can settle on something that he thinks might actually make sense when he tries to put it into words. ) I find your friendship invaluable, to start. Whether or not there would ever be anything more than thatβ ( he pauses, absently worrying at his bottom lip with the edge of one sharp incisor, a nervous habit he doesn't actually realize he's picked up just yet. ) I don't think there are words for how much I appreciate your acceptance of me. As a whole.
( you know how vash has a tendency to ramble when he's nervous? this is the nai equivalent. too many words regardless of what he's actually trying to convey.
he swallows thickly, throat clicking with the dryness in the very back of it, pale eyes searching hers and hoping she'll understand. ) I care for you, very much. But I can't tell you that I have any idea what to do beyond that. ( hey, stupid.
haven't you been thinking that you wouldn't mind kissing her again. you could start with that. )