[It's... so strange, how a mere touch can provoke her arms to prickle with goosebumps. For those moments, she feels very aware. Of every rise and fall of his chest. Of every thump of his heart. Of every breath he draws in and frees. The subtle rumble of his voice as he speaks.
She shuts her eyes as she simply listens.
It's hard to think that he's never had that kind of affection given to him before. But given all he's told her, it seems Balthier isn't normally the sort to create anything lasting with anyone. It is very likely that his position in all of this is not so different from hers. He may never have expected to be so drawn to her. He may have never really wanted to. Somehow when it is least anticipated, it hits so much harder.
That he feels the same, reflects her feelings back at her, seems befuddling. She hasn't done or been anything to deserve that. Feelings hardly ever work on logic, however. Maybe it happened without either of them realising it. She finally lifts her head as carefully as she can manage.]
...I think I got my lip gloss on your vest. Sorry.
[She actually means her tears, but she's going to absolutely act like she didn't cry at all. It's not necessarily an evasion tactic. Not intentionally so, for once, anyway. Simply that she understands he holds some vanity.]
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She shuts her eyes as she simply listens.
It's hard to think that he's never had that kind of affection given to him before. But given all he's told her, it seems Balthier isn't normally the sort to create anything lasting with anyone. It is very likely that his position in all of this is not so different from hers. He may never have expected to be so drawn to her. He may have never really wanted to. Somehow when it is least anticipated, it hits so much harder.
That he feels the same, reflects her feelings back at her, seems befuddling. She hasn't done or been anything to deserve that. Feelings hardly ever work on logic, however. Maybe it happened without either of them realising it. She finally lifts her head as carefully as she can manage.]
...I think I got my lip gloss on your vest. Sorry.
[She actually means her tears, but she's going to absolutely act like she didn't cry at all. It's not necessarily an evasion tactic. Not intentionally so, for once, anyway. Simply that she understands he holds some vanity.]