[ He doesn't notice it at all, though that's probably because while his heart isn't racing it's definitely out of tune. Skipping in places it shouldn't, thudding harder when she laughs, her sentence broken as his hand shifts a little more in the same spot to make it harder for her to be sad anymore.
He definitely isn't making the situation any easier to understand, but neither is she by holding onto him. It's when his hand pulls away from her side to pluck at her hair (a little uneasily, really, considering she's ended up so close now and his own skin feels like it's on fire from the contact) that he finally lets go of the hand that slapped him earlier. ]
I hope you aren't going to tell me any old excuse.
me too ... it's ok .. while phone tagging earlier i tried to fix one but you replied too quickly
He definitely isn't making the situation any easier to understand, but neither is she by holding onto him. It's when his hand pulls away from her side to pluck at her hair (a little uneasily, really, considering she's ended up so close now and his own skin feels like it's on fire from the contact) that he finally lets go of the hand that slapped him earlier. ]
I hope you aren't going to tell me any old excuse.