( Could he buy an album before the idol awards? He'd run the risk of pulling anyone but Rumi, so maybe ... multiple albums? His consideration is cut short when she lets go of his hands, when she steps closer. Almost instinctively his own settle on her waist, eyes briefly widening before he decides it's fine, people talk like this, don't they? This is normal. )
Uh.
( Ineloquence is catching. Or maybe his brain is failing to catch up to the rest of him, his hands broad and warm over the fabric of her jacket. )
I've never met anyone like you either. ( Quiet, confessional. ) You're not what I expected.
( Her heart is much bigger than he anticipated, for one. She's so sure that things can be better, that they can win, that he's worth something. The thought has guilt souring his stomach, his expression briefly cloudy. He wishes things could be different. That they'd met under different circumstances. It would have been nice. )
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Uh.
( Ineloquence is catching. Or maybe his brain is failing to catch up to the rest of him, his hands broad and warm over the fabric of her jacket. )
I've never met anyone like you either. ( Quiet, confessional. ) You're not what I expected.
( Her heart is much bigger than he anticipated, for one. She's so sure that things can be better, that they can win, that he's worth something. The thought has guilt souring his stomach, his expression briefly cloudy. He wishes things could be different. That they'd met under different circumstances. It would have been nice. )
But I'm glad that you're not.