[The nerves and trepidation between them-- from him-- are evident as Shinjiro crosses into this unmapped potential between them. Fie feels it as soon as he starts, causing her to look at him, not over her glass or food, but directly without anything to distract or divert her attention towards instead.]
Oh. [The word slips out without much thought, betraying her own slight surprise at his confession of sorts. A large part of her wonders what brought this on. Why now? Was it the dance? Did Louis say something? Does it even matter?
The only one of those she can answer is the last one. And it's no. No, it doesn't really matter. Whatever reasoning or jump start he got to do it now, it's fine. She can tell well enough that he means it. He's thought about it, and he's still trying it. She doubts it's something he'd do unless he wanted to, not with how they already are. They've got a good thing.]
I... [Fie trails off a little. Her own feelings are gradually resurfacing while she does her best not to let them spill over through the bond too much. It's doubtful she can manage them all. A small bit of excitement, anticipation, even simple, genuine affection slip through. All but the last are foreign sensations from her side of things, as she's good about keeping them in check.
In this case, the bond serves as a useful tool for navigation, one she might be thankful for later.]
no subject
Oh. [The word slips out without much thought, betraying her own slight surprise at his confession of sorts. A large part of her wonders what brought this on. Why now? Was it the dance? Did Louis say something? Does it even matter?
The only one of those she can answer is the last one. And it's no. No, it doesn't really matter. Whatever reasoning or jump start he got to do it now, it's fine. She can tell well enough that he means it. He's thought about it, and he's still trying it. She doubts it's something he'd do unless he wanted to, not with how they already are. They've got a good thing.]
I... [Fie trails off a little. Her own feelings are gradually resurfacing while she does her best not to let them spill over through the bond too much. It's doubtful she can manage them all. A small bit of excitement, anticipation, even simple, genuine affection slip through. All but the last are foreign sensations from her side of things, as she's good about keeping them in check.
In this case, the bond serves as a useful tool for navigation, one she might be thankful for later.]
I wouldn't mind saying yes. If you did.