[There's just a small sigh as he stares down at her, a complicated expression forming as he debates on what to do. Perhaps another time in the past he would have just left her on the couch, draped the blanket over her, and left just like that. But now he just glances at the room she had disappeared into earlier. Since the layouts were identical, he knows that's where her bedroom is. It's just...would it be rude for him to intrude in there? But he didn't feel comfortable just leaving her on the couch...
...
In the end he turns slightly, the arm around her shoulders slipping down more to behind her back while his other arm moves to slip under legs. From there he stands and carefully lifts her body so that he's now carrying her in his arms, the throw blanket still on her. It's different from the last time he carried her more like a sack potatoes over his shoulders, but the circumstances had been completely different, too. And just like before, she feels fairly light for him. As he looks down at her for a moment, he wonders if all that jostling will have awakened her, but for now he just slowly and quietly walks towards her room, carefully nudging the door open further with his shoulder before carrying her in.
At this point he thought he feels a shift in her breathing, but he just continues to walk towards her bed to carefully set her down. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he then spreads the blanket so that it fully covers her and sits there for a moment to look her over. By now he has an inkling she's awake or is starting to, but it doesn't really matter too much. He could leave right now without another word, which would be the more expected route.
But he thinks back over everything that happened that evening along with the events that led up to it. And although Eustace is not really one to show much affection, he feels he owes her something for this "date," especially with everything she had to put up. She didn't even have to go out of her way to do all this, either, it's not like they knew each other for that long...
Somehow, without him realizing it, Tifa's has wedged herself into his life and he has a little bit of a soft spot for her. Just a little bit. But even that is something he doesn't fully realize yet.
Slowly his hand reaches out to lightly brush back her long black strands, fingertips ghosting over her skin. In doing so an impulsive thought occurs to him, one that he at first tries to push back but then thinks, why not? It's not like it would really mean anything. And if she's awake, it'll be one last "act" of the night.
Yes, that's all it will be.
(Or he can blame still being slightly buzzed by the wine, but it won't be as convincing.)
With one hand bracing himself on her other side, he leans forward and there's just a brief moment of hesitation before his lips brush over the crown of her forehead for a very small, light kiss. So light and fleeting it might not really even count as one, but there's the faintest hint of smile.]
Consider it your reward for a job well done...and an ending to this "date."
[Since then had been joking a bit earlier about if this were a real date. If it were, a parting kiss goodbye would be fitting wouldn't it? Though it's probably saying something that he's even entertaining the idea... No, there's not really anything to say since there's no meaning and it barely counts if at all.
With that he pulls back and stands up, giving one last glance before he walks out of her room. He then grabs his suit jacket and makes his way to the door. Opening it, he pauses to glance back at her bedroom, wondering if she had woken up or not. Then, after making sure the door is set to lock behind him, he leaves, the door quietly shutting behind before he makes his way home.
...How is he supposed to explain this to Gran...well whatever, he'll deal with it when he gets there.]
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[There's just a small sigh as he stares down at her, a complicated expression forming as he debates on what to do. Perhaps another time in the past he would have just left her on the couch, draped the blanket over her, and left just like that. But now he just glances at the room she had disappeared into earlier. Since the layouts were identical, he knows that's where her bedroom is. It's just...would it be rude for him to intrude in there? But he didn't feel comfortable just leaving her on the couch...
...
In the end he turns slightly, the arm around her shoulders slipping down more to behind her back while his other arm moves to slip under legs. From there he stands and carefully lifts her body so that he's now carrying her in his arms, the throw blanket still on her. It's different from the last time he carried her more like a sack potatoes over his shoulders, but the circumstances had been completely different, too. And just like before, she feels fairly light for him. As he looks down at her for a moment, he wonders if all that jostling will have awakened her, but for now he just slowly and quietly walks towards her room, carefully nudging the door open further with his shoulder before carrying her in.
At this point he thought he feels a shift in her breathing, but he just continues to walk towards her bed to carefully set her down. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he then spreads the blanket so that it fully covers her and sits there for a moment to look her over. By now he has an inkling she's awake or is starting to, but it doesn't really matter too much. He could leave right now without another word, which would be the more expected route.
But he thinks back over everything that happened that evening along with the events that led up to it. And although Eustace is not really one to show much affection, he feels he owes her something for this "date," especially with everything she had to put up. She didn't even have to go out of her way to do all this, either, it's not like they knew each other for that long...
Somehow, without him realizing it, Tifa's has wedged herself into his life and he has a little bit of a soft spot for her. Just a little bit. But even that is something he doesn't fully realize yet.
Slowly his hand reaches out to lightly brush back her long black strands, fingertips ghosting over her skin. In doing so an impulsive thought occurs to him, one that he at first tries to push back but then thinks, why not? It's not like it would really mean anything. And if she's awake, it'll be one last "act" of the night.
Yes, that's all it will be.
(Or he can blame still being slightly buzzed by the wine, but it won't be as convincing.)
With one hand bracing himself on her other side, he leans forward and there's just a brief moment of hesitation before his lips brush over the crown of her forehead for a very small, light kiss. So light and fleeting it might not really even count as one, but there's the faintest hint of smile.]
Consider it your reward for a job well done...and an ending to this "date."
[Since then had been joking a bit earlier about if this were a real date. If it were, a parting kiss goodbye would be fitting wouldn't it? Though it's probably saying something that he's even entertaining the idea... No, there's not really anything to say since there's no meaning and it barely counts if at all.
With that he pulls back and stands up, giving one last glance before he walks out of her room. He then grabs his suit jacket and makes his way to the door. Opening it, he pauses to glance back at her bedroom, wondering if she had woken up or not. Then, after making sure the door is set to lock behind him, he leaves, the door quietly shutting behind before he makes his way home.
...How is he supposed to explain this to Gran...well whatever, he'll deal with it when he gets there.]