[He thought he was too old for feelings like this. He never even got them when he was younger, really, unless he went all the way back to five years old. It's a flutter in his heart, like excitement and hope, and a rush that he doesn't know how to stop. It's incredible and frightening all at once, and his own expression softens for it, too.
Of course, that means he's trying to look away for a second or two because of it.
He can't look away forever, and when the embarrassment isn't so intense, he looks back, meets that fond expression and listens to that request. His hand shifts beneath Dextera's, turning and lacing their fingers together with a sudden determination that he's not letting show on his face.]
I'll wait. [Leaning closer, he presses their lips together for one more kiss. Whatever this is— he doesn't know how to put a name or words to it— he doesn't want to let it go.]
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Of course, that means he's trying to look away for a second or two because of it.
He can't look away forever, and when the embarrassment isn't so intense, he looks back, meets that fond expression and listens to that request. His hand shifts beneath Dextera's, turning and lacing their fingers together with a sudden determination that he's not letting show on his face.]
I'll wait. [Leaning closer, he presses their lips together for one more kiss. Whatever this is— he doesn't know how to put a name or words to it— he doesn't want to let it go.]