You didn't have to leave your food, I was going to wait for you.
[It's the first thing she says to him when he joins her outside, a slightly puzzled expression in place, like that much was a given. Fie just wants some fresh air and to give him a little space to think if he needs to do that at all. She's in no rush right now, content to stand outside and mull over what just happened. In a good way. A very good way.]
Well, it's done now anyway. Next time you can finish. [Yes, she did say next time. Meaning she already wants to do this again. That's a good sign, right? She looks over (and a little up) at him, smile same as before. Her own hands are tucked into the pockets of her coat, and she shrugs a little.]
Not anymore. I'm going to be spending it with you, right?
[There's a sort of hopeful upswing to her question, one she wouldn't have allowed to slip before their recent conversation. It's definitely something to think about. How the slight differences she's comfortable enough to portray now really allow her to express herself in little ways she wasn't quite ready for previously.
Being at ease with him and Louis is one thing. There's some vulnerability and honesty she reserves for those close to her, shown with those from her home and extended to them. The ease and swiftness of them sinking into their self appointed roles is telling, too. She can be herself around them, all peculiar, skilled, and dry humored as she wants. There's nothing stopping her.
But this is somehow a little different than all of those. By asking what he did or even confirming anything else, Fie's able to share another piece of her with someone important. It might be too soon in some aspects, possibly, yet she's letting herself try it, which is a new experience for her as it is now.]
Don't worry about it. I wasn't exactly here for the food, anyway.
[He probably could have stayed and finished but-- really, that felt weirder to him than just leaving it and following her out. Space to think only leaves him turning in circles in his own thoughts half the time, and it's something he'll be more than able to accomplish later. Right now he still has trouble believing that this is real and working out and so damn normal feeling, and there's that irrational feeling that the moment he looks away it will be gone.
It will definitely take time to wrap his head around. He'd been so fixated and worried about how to get to this point- or even if he should- that now that he's here.... he's not sure what to do about it.
But those small smiles of hers and the hopeful tone of her voice helps ease it and remove the worry of doing something wrong. Like they'd agreed, they were on the same page now, and would just see where it took them. Not everything had to have a neat storyline. Things could always be written and changes as they went.
At her affirmation that they'd be spending the afternoon together, there's another unconscious flicker of a smile, something short but honest, even as he shoves his hands into his own pockets to keep them warm against the chill of the wind.]
--Yeah. Guess so. I ain't got anywhere to be either, so there's no rush. [Thankfully her hands in her pockets (and his following suit) had removed one uncertainty-- whether or not anything should immediately change to reflect what they were talking about, any overt gestures. Being bonded, physical contact isn't unheard of at all-- But it's always just been something casual.
Regardless, he does step closer, the line of his body not quite touching hers, but letting them walk side by side towards the park, enjoying that faint affection and flickering excitement occasional filtering through the bond- though he wouldn't be able to tell which of them it was coming from even were he asked.] I ain't spent a whole lot of time down this way. You go out to this place often?
[He's assuming to nap. Parks are usually pretty good for that. But who knows, maybe her work brings her here too.]
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[It's the first thing she says to him when he joins her outside, a slightly puzzled expression in place, like that much was a given. Fie just wants some fresh air and to give him a little space to think if he needs to do that at all. She's in no rush right now, content to stand outside and mull over what just happened. In a good way. A very good way.]
Well, it's done now anyway. Next time you can finish. [Yes, she did say next time. Meaning she already wants to do this again. That's a good sign, right? She looks over (and a little up) at him, smile same as before. Her own hands are tucked into the pockets of her coat, and she shrugs a little.]
Not anymore. I'm going to be spending it with you, right?
[There's a sort of hopeful upswing to her question, one she wouldn't have allowed to slip before their recent conversation. It's definitely something to think about. How the slight differences she's comfortable enough to portray now really allow her to express herself in little ways she wasn't quite ready for previously.
Being at ease with him and Louis is one thing. There's some vulnerability and honesty she reserves for those close to her, shown with those from her home and extended to them. The ease and swiftness of them sinking into their self appointed roles is telling, too. She can be herself around them, all peculiar, skilled, and dry humored as she wants. There's nothing stopping her.
But this is somehow a little different than all of those. By asking what he did or even confirming anything else, Fie's able to share another piece of her with someone important. It might be too soon in some aspects, possibly, yet she's letting herself try it, which is a new experience for her as it is now.]
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[He probably could have stayed and finished but-- really, that felt weirder to him than just leaving it and following her out. Space to think only leaves him turning in circles in his own thoughts half the time, and it's something he'll be more than able to accomplish later. Right now he still has trouble believing that this is real and working out and so damn normal feeling, and there's that irrational feeling that the moment he looks away it will be gone.
It will definitely take time to wrap his head around. He'd been so fixated and worried about how to get to this point- or even if he should- that now that he's here.... he's not sure what to do about it.
But those small smiles of hers and the hopeful tone of her voice helps ease it and remove the worry of doing something wrong. Like they'd agreed, they were on the same page now, and would just see where it took them. Not everything had to have a neat storyline. Things could always be written and changes as they went.
At her affirmation that they'd be spending the afternoon together, there's another unconscious flicker of a smile, something short but honest, even as he shoves his hands into his own pockets to keep them warm against the chill of the wind.]
--Yeah. Guess so. I ain't got anywhere to be either, so there's no rush. [Thankfully her hands in her pockets (and his following suit) had removed one uncertainty-- whether or not anything should immediately change to reflect what they were talking about, any overt gestures. Being bonded, physical contact isn't unheard of at all-- But it's always just been something casual.
Regardless, he does step closer, the line of his body not quite touching hers, but letting them walk side by side towards the park, enjoying that faint affection and flickering excitement occasional filtering through the bond- though he wouldn't be able to tell which of them it was coming from even were he asked.] I ain't spent a whole lot of time down this way. You go out to this place often?
[He's assuming to nap. Parks are usually pretty good for that. But who knows, maybe her work brings her here too.]