[ He's trying to be respectful, he thinks, trying to keep it less awkward. Because he doesn't know what he'd do if his hand accidentally brushed hers and she looked the way she had after they'd kissed. He wasn't sure he could deal with it. He knew they needed to talk about it, but - he'd never been good at that. Ever. Every time he thought about bringing it up he just slid straight into avoidance mode. It took everything he had just to try to keep up general appearances rather than run half way across the system.
He'd always been better at running, than facing it.
So he's counting it as a win, that he can speak casually and keep walking down the hall.
That being said, the silence that descended was awkward as hell, and it set a misery easily into his bones, though he tried not to let it leak into his expression. (He failed.) He cleared his throat, again. ]
... At least I feel like I can think again.
[ That was close to the discussion, right? That was almost not completely avoiding it? Maybe? ]
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He'd always been better at running, than facing it.
So he's counting it as a win, that he can speak casually and keep walking down the hall.
That being said, the silence that descended was awkward as hell, and it set a misery easily into his bones, though he tried not to let it leak into his expression. (He failed.) He cleared his throat, again. ]
... At least I feel like I can think again.
[ That was close to the discussion, right? That was almost not completely avoiding it? Maybe? ]