( of the two people he could possibly think of that should be able to read him even a little bit, she's certainly one of them, and he tries — he really tries — to keep his expression open, far from impassive or neutral, even if neither of them are sure where they're supposed to go from here. he's nothing if not welcoming of her feelings for him, accepting of them, even if it feels as though she's handing him something incredibly delicate and all he's ever known is how to break things. destroy them.
( and that circles right back around to the reason behind his wanting to learn how to garden, because he's come to the realization that he would so much rather create, cultivate then tear down, and he thinks of his interactions with meryl the very same way.
do not mess this up. )
she lets him ramble, and he's almost afraid that she's going to move away from him when she begins shifting — don't, please — but that may just be a little bit of that ever-present anxiety of his seeping through when it really, really shouldn't, and when she settles again he tries not to take so deep of a steadying breath. or at the very least, to make it seem like it isn't exactly that.
he gives over a slight little huff of laughter at the mention of their resident giant teddy bear; not that he would ever refer to him as such outside of his own mind, but you're welcome to appreciate it in introspection. ) It would be rather difficult to miss him. ( he says quietly, with the hint of a soft smile. ) Night Sky, we've never crossed paths in person, but I would say I'm … peripherally aware of her. ( sort of? he's probably seen her on the network.
he goes quiet when she picks back up her own ramble, holding her small hands in his, gently ( and absently ) brushing the pads of his thumbs over the backs of them, almost like he's trying to comfort her and isn't aware of doing it at all. there's a lot to pick through here, too, and a lot to respond to, but for the very moment … he chooses that very last bit. ) Like before, hm? ( he leans in a little bit closer, and where before had been nothing but the most wholesome sort of uncertainty there's a liiiiiittle bit of mischief in the way his eyes shimmer just the slightest bit in the low light. ) Does that mean I have your permission to kiss you again? ( he really will get to the rest of it, we promise, but one thing at a time and baby steps, regardless. )
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( and that circles right back around to the reason behind his wanting to learn how to garden, because he's come to the realization that he would so much rather create, cultivate then tear down, and he thinks of his interactions with meryl the very same way.
do not mess this up. )
she lets him ramble, and he's almost afraid that she's going to move away from him when she begins shifting — don't, please — but that may just be a little bit of that ever-present anxiety of his seeping through when it really, really shouldn't, and when she settles again he tries not to take so deep of a steadying breath. or at the very least, to make it seem like it isn't exactly that.
he gives over a slight little huff of laughter at the mention of their resident giant teddy bear; not that he would ever refer to him as such outside of his own mind, but you're welcome to appreciate it in introspection. ) It would be rather difficult to miss him. ( he says quietly, with the hint of a soft smile. ) Night Sky, we've never crossed paths in person, but I would say I'm … peripherally aware of her. ( sort of? he's probably seen her on the network.
he goes quiet when she picks back up her own ramble, holding her small hands in his, gently ( and absently ) brushing the pads of his thumbs over the backs of them, almost like he's trying to comfort her and isn't aware of doing it at all. there's a lot to pick through here, too, and a lot to respond to, but for the very moment … he chooses that very last bit. ) Like before, hm? ( he leans in a little bit closer, and where before had been nothing but the most wholesome sort of uncertainty there's a liiiiiittle bit of mischief in the way his eyes shimmer just the slightest bit in the low light. ) Does that mean I have your permission to kiss you again? ( he really will get to the rest of it, we promise, but one thing at a time and baby steps, regardless. )