[ He takes the few seconds to breathe, a slow, soft smile pulling at his lips, as he misunderstands the pause. He feels like everything is going to be okay, somehow, in complete and utter contrast to how he felt a half hour ago, and he wonders vaguely if he'll have to kiss Kovacs as a thank you--
And then she says his name, and something in him cracks. His smile falters and dies. Because that wasn't a good sound. That was not a content 'Alex', that was a 'what are you doing, Alex'.
The next words out of her mouth confirm it, and the anxiety grips back into his chest almost immediately. ]
I--
[ He's desperately trying to think back. She'd kissed him, hadn't she? Or had he just done it and convinced himself that she'd initiated...? ]
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And then she says his name, and something in him cracks. His smile falters and dies. Because that wasn't a good sound. That was not a content 'Alex', that was a 'what are you doing, Alex'.
The next words out of her mouth confirm it, and the anxiety grips back into his chest almost immediately. ]
I--
[ He's desperately trying to think back. She'd kissed him, hadn't she? Or had he just done it and convinced himself that she'd initiated...? ]
- - I thought -