[ This is the part where you kiss her, his brain says, the voice absolutely out of nowhere. Well. Mostly out of no where. But it hadn't quite ever been so clear before. It's a hundred thousand times more clearer than anything else has been, the last few days - like the toll of a bell in the early morning - and it trips him up. He smiles at her, and there's a half second where he nearly leans in, before he forces himself to grind to a halt and turn his gaze back out to the stars.
He's in over his head and his heart won't stop racing and he needs to stop because he can't deal with the idea of losing her over this. But he doesn't pull his hand away again. (He can't.) He just squeezes it. ]
What a cryin' shame. [ He says instead, clearly joking, as his eyes track the unfamiliar constellations. As he squeezes her hand, and doesn't kiss her, despite every atom in his body screaming at him to do it. ]
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He's in over his head and his heart won't stop racing and he needs to stop because he can't deal with the idea of losing her over this. But he doesn't pull his hand away again. (He can't.) He just squeezes it. ]
What a cryin' shame. [ He says instead, clearly joking, as his eyes track the unfamiliar constellations. As he squeezes her hand, and doesn't kiss her, despite every atom in his body screaming at him to do it. ]