It's a bit of a feedback loop; her smile makes him smile and the energy starts to bounce back and forth, ratcheting the not unpleasant tension that's started to fill the room a bit higher. Luke feels a bit nervous, but in a good way. Not the nerves that come with trying to avoid walkers or more intelligent, crueler people. This is something warm, something that settles in his gut and makes everything a bit tighter. It makes him want to reach out and touch her again, to brush a hand through her hair, to press lips against her skin.
But maybe he's getting ahead of himself.
Luke hold the clipboard for her, breath catching in his throat as she leans in, gaze locked on her face, admiring the way her hair falls over her eyes and caches the sunlight filtering in through the windows. There's a certain sense of inevitability, as if they're both aware of what's happening, but that they're also powerless to fight back against the current that's carrying and spinning them both around and around.
It isn't a bad thing, though.
When she speaks to him, her eyes carefully fixed on the list, he has to wet his lips with his tongue before he can find his voice again and there's a touch of nervous laughter in his tone, "I think we can get away with playing hooky for today."
That wasn't always true, but as far as he's concerned it's true now. Especially with that electric charge that feels like it's coursing just underneath the skin, down his arms and legs, making his heart beat faster and faster in his chest.
"There are couple quiet corners I know about," he continues after a moment, almost stumbling over the words, "So - we could just... walk. Get some privacy."
They both know that they're very quickly spiraling into more than just "walking". Then again, if the tension in the room gets much higher, it'll probably snap (and a part of Luke would be horrifically mortified if Dr. Anderson walked in on them kissing in the store-room).
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But maybe he's getting ahead of himself.
Luke hold the clipboard for her, breath catching in his throat as she leans in, gaze locked on her face, admiring the way her hair falls over her eyes and caches the sunlight filtering in through the windows. There's a certain sense of inevitability, as if they're both aware of what's happening, but that they're also powerless to fight back against the current that's carrying and spinning them both around and around.
It isn't a bad thing, though.
When she speaks to him, her eyes carefully fixed on the list, he has to wet his lips with his tongue before he can find his voice again and there's a touch of nervous laughter in his tone, "I think we can get away with playing hooky for today."
That wasn't always true, but as far as he's concerned it's true now. Especially with that electric charge that feels like it's coursing just underneath the skin, down his arms and legs, making his heart beat faster and faster in his chest.
"There are couple quiet corners I know about," he continues after a moment, almost stumbling over the words, "So - we could just... walk. Get some privacy."
They both know that they're very quickly spiraling into more than just "walking". Then again, if the tension in the room gets much higher, it'll probably snap (and a part of Luke would be horrifically mortified if Dr. Anderson walked in on them kissing in the store-room).