[ Their hearts probably weren't being pulled into this weird mix of feelings where he wants to shake her for not listening and reading between the lines but also to go back to how they were sat before because it was warm and comfortable.
More comfortable than this, somehow.
He doesn't know how to make this better. Don't girls usually like to be told stuff like that? Don't they like gifts of beautiful things and being told that they're special? He doesn't know how this even sounds to her, but considering how it's messing up his head, he imagines it can't be easy to deal with. ]
Give me your hand. [ Is what he says instead, holding his own out, palm up. ]
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More comfortable than this, somehow.
He doesn't know how to make this better. Don't girls usually like to be told stuff like that? Don't they like gifts of beautiful things and being told that they're special? He doesn't know how this even sounds to her, but considering how it's messing up his head, he imagines it can't be easy to deal with. ]
Give me your hand. [ Is what he says instead, holding his own out, palm up. ]