[For a moment, it would not be untrue to say that he is left breathless; it catches in his throat even as she asks him, and it is not so much that the scarf itself has done anything extraordinary as that there has never been anything ordinary about her.
If he notices the light touch of color in her face, he doesn't say so— it might easily be explained away by time spent working in the sun, anyway. He smiles, faintly, and though it is but a small thing, he cannot help but feel that her acceptance of the gift is a step in the right direction, something closer to friendship, even if they must start anew.]
It is only a length of fabric, in the end, but you have improved it.
[He probably could have dialed that back some. Damn, Dohalim, be cool.]
I hate this man
[For a moment, it would not be untrue to say that he is left breathless; it catches in his throat even as she asks him, and it is not so much that the scarf itself has done anything extraordinary as that there has never been anything ordinary about her.
If he notices the light touch of color in her face, he doesn't say so— it might easily be explained away by time spent working in the sun, anyway. He smiles, faintly, and though it is but a small thing, he cannot help but feel that her acceptance of the gift is a step in the right direction, something closer to friendship, even if they must start anew.]
It is only a length of fabric, in the end, but you have improved it.
[He probably could have dialed that back some. Damn, Dohalim, be cool.]
Does it feel intrusive?