[Despite having finally allowed himself to reveal his vulnerability to others, it's still difficult to not immediately tense or flinch a little when she pushes back his hair and touches the remaining scars around his eye. The discolorations have faded over the years so one would have to look carefully to see, and his right eye is still extremely dilated from the burst of light earlier. But once he gets past that initial ripple unease, he once again finds her touch...not that unpleasant. Particularly when she has brush through his hair, for some reason it feels different compared to the other time...granted that's more of a hazy drunk memory to begin with. And soon he takes an unknowing breath and closes his right eye so she can proceed.
It feels like forever as he waits, the fabric of the torn dress soft and the scent of lavender as well as her own starting to overwhelm him. It's bizarre how strong it is, and for some reason his pulse quickens but he continues to outwardly maintain his usual sense of indifferent calm. He had thought it before, but there must have been something in the drinks as he only experienced this after consuming it.
But when she finally looks at him, there's a stretched moment of silence as he stares at her before he finally answers.]
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It feels like forever as he waits, the fabric of the torn dress soft and the scent of lavender as well as her own starting to overwhelm him. It's bizarre how strong it is, and for some reason his pulse quickens but he continues to outwardly maintain his usual sense of indifferent calm. He had thought it before, but there must have been something in the drinks as he only experienced this after consuming it.
But when she finally looks at him, there's a stretched moment of silence as he stares at her before he finally answers.]
...It's fine.