There's...a lot in this exchange he could dig into, but he's choosing not to, trying to find the safest place to put his feet. And that, at least, is something he can do on autopilot after years of piracy and conning. Not that he wants to be anything but honest with her, but, well -- choosing safe topics isn't exactly dishonesty.
"That's not a bad idea. I wonder if the commissary has drawing supplies -- might be good for me." It's a habit he picks up when he's stressed. Hasn't in awhile, but he's decent.
Those thoughts are derailed when she's suddenly nearly in his arms again. Before he can decide what he's going to do about that, she's smoothing her hand down his chest, and he knows exactly how she would fit if he just curled around her, head on her chin -- and do? What?
The result is he's just staring at her, lips parted and brow just barely wrinkled. His hands come up to her sides but don't quite touch and honestly it's the first time in probably years he's genuinely not sure what to do with himself.
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Date: 2022-11-16 10:47 pm (UTC)"That's not a bad idea. I wonder if the commissary has drawing supplies -- might be good for me." It's a habit he picks up when he's stressed. Hasn't in awhile, but he's decent.
Those thoughts are derailed when she's suddenly nearly in his arms again. Before he can decide what he's going to do about that, she's smoothing her hand down his chest, and he knows exactly how she would fit if he just curled around her, head on her chin -- and do? What?
The result is he's just staring at her, lips parted and brow just barely wrinkled. His hands come up to her sides but don't quite touch and honestly it's the first time in probably years he's genuinely not sure what to do with himself.