[ There's an exasperated breath, as though he can't quite find the words--Aerith holds the scarf out to him like it's something precious, and he feels like he's messed something up again, like he's implied things he didn't even mean. It's always been hard for him to talk to girls, almost like he's never really understood the right things to say; it's part of why he'd admired that--person, he knew, back--in Shinra--
His eyes squint for a moment, but not wanting to worry her, he forces himself to take a step forward. One hand moves, careful, to take the end of the scarf; it drags itself gently out of her hands, and he twists his wrist to wrap it up around his gloved hand as though to not let it touch the ground. ]
I just wanted you to know that I'll...do the same. I'll help you stay warm. If it's necessary. Or if you want something, I'll...
[ With the scarf in hand, it feels--strange, somehow, like his chest feels lighter; there's the urge to take another step towards Aerith, which he does, but reasons that it must just be to stand close enough to her to protect against any harm.
Like there's any harm here, in this field. ]
...Anyway. If I'm going to carry it around. We should tie it on me somewhere. [ Embarrassed, he wets his lips--and his free hand reaches out to touch Aerith's arm, which is absolutely ridiculous to think about, but he can't stop himself from doing it. ] Think you can help me?
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[ There's an exasperated breath, as though he can't quite find the words--Aerith holds the scarf out to him like it's something precious, and he feels like he's messed something up again, like he's implied things he didn't even mean. It's always been hard for him to talk to girls, almost like he's never really understood the right things to say; it's part of why he'd admired that--person, he knew, back--in Shinra--
His eyes squint for a moment, but not wanting to worry her, he forces himself to take a step forward. One hand moves, careful, to take the end of the scarf; it drags itself gently out of her hands, and he twists his wrist to wrap it up around his gloved hand as though to not let it touch the ground. ]
I just wanted you to know that I'll...do the same. I'll help you stay warm. If it's necessary. Or if you want something, I'll...
[ With the scarf in hand, it feels--strange, somehow, like his chest feels lighter; there's the urge to take another step towards Aerith, which he does, but reasons that it must just be to stand close enough to her to protect against any harm.
Like there's any harm here, in this field. ]
...Anyway. If I'm going to carry it around. We should tie it on me somewhere. [ Embarrassed, he wets his lips--and his free hand reaches out to touch Aerith's arm, which is absolutely ridiculous to think about, but he can't stop himself from doing it. ] Think you can help me?