[ The way she wears her seriousness makes a pit of unease settle into his stomach, the way her eyes twinkle with amusement but hide her own worries about what this means. They're beautiful, otherworldy, even— no, supernatural but distinctly not otherworldly. He isn't sure why he knows that, but he does. ]
You did, huh...?
[ This isn't the first vision he's gotten, but something about the connection — and how serious Aerith is taking it — make him want to act. The impulse is there to jostle the stone of worry in his gut before it sets. What does it mean? Even now, he's no closer to the answer, but knowing there's someone here who might also be looking for those answers, that he's not just adrift at sea with only his own thoughts to keep him company, make it easier to bear. ]
[ There's a small speck of confidence he doesn't quite grasp the origins of moving him. He squeezes Aerith's hand again. He finds the counter with his other hand, pushing the two off — himself into Aerith, and the two of them two steps back away from the bar's countertop. He doesn't let go of her hand all the while. Practically heartbeat against heartbeat, for this moment. ]
Well. If we both saw it... wanna see if I have those kinds of moves after all?
[ It's bold, it's brazen, it's something he hopes brings the spark of delight back to Aerith's eyes, instead of the uncertainty bubbling beneath her bemusement.
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You did, huh...?
[ This isn't the first vision he's gotten, but something about the connection — and how serious Aerith is taking it — make him want to act. The impulse is there to jostle the stone of worry in his gut before it sets. What does it mean? Even now, he's no closer to the answer, but knowing there's someone here who might also be looking for those answers, that he's not just adrift at sea with only his own thoughts to keep him company, make it easier to bear. ]
[ There's a small speck of confidence he doesn't quite grasp the origins of moving him. He squeezes Aerith's hand again. He finds the counter with his other hand, pushing the two off — himself into Aerith, and the two of them two steps back away from the bar's countertop. He doesn't let go of her hand all the while. Practically heartbeat against heartbeat, for this moment. ]
Well. If we both saw it... wanna see if I have those kinds of moves after all?
[ It's bold, it's brazen, it's something he hopes brings the spark of delight back to Aerith's eyes, instead of the uncertainty bubbling beneath her bemusement.
If only for a moment. ]