[ he might feel it, that flare of uncertainty that travels through the empathy bond — and it's even more obvious now that she's initiated that skin-to-skin contact with her fingers lightly circling his wrist, that self-consciousness that she tries to keep tightly buried beneath inappropriate humor.
because there's a pause between her posing the invite and him finally agreeing to it, and she doesn't know why but she feels relieved more than anything when he accepts it, her hand slipping away from him as they both step into the room and the door quietly slides shut behind them.
but once it's just the two of them, alone here together, not even the sound of anyone else in the distance or right down the hall outside the room, she starts to flounder, not sure what her next move should be; on a sudden impulse, she goes for the first thing that she can think of. ] You, uh — you want a drink, or anything?
[ god, it would be so much easier if they'd already done this once before and she could just throw herself at him. ]
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because there's a pause between her posing the invite and him finally agreeing to it, and she doesn't know why but she feels relieved more than anything when he accepts it, her hand slipping away from him as they both step into the room and the door quietly slides shut behind them.
but once it's just the two of them, alone here together, not even the sound of anyone else in the distance or right down the hall outside the room, she starts to flounder, not sure what her next move should be; on a sudden impulse, she goes for the first thing that she can think of. ] You, uh — you want a drink, or anything?
[ god, it would be so much easier if they'd already done this once before and she could just throw herself at him. ]