[He's bright red and his heart is going a hundred beats a minute but - somehow, it's not a lie, or an attempt to convince himself that there's no problem because he'd prefer to save face rather than admit to being nervous. It's not even an attempt to convince himself because he doesn't want to upset her (although he doesn't, either).
He doesn't know how to describe what he's feeling, but he doesn't dislike it at all.
His gaze moves to the side and stays there, awkwardly fixed on some random point on the street -
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[He's bright red and his heart is going a hundred beats a minute but - somehow, it's not a lie, or an attempt to convince himself that there's no problem because he'd prefer to save face rather than admit to being nervous. It's not even an attempt to convince himself because he doesn't want to upset her (although he doesn't, either).
He doesn't know how to describe what he's feeling, but he doesn't dislike it at all.
His gaze moves to the side and stays there, awkwardly fixed on some random point on the street -
His arms don't loosen their grip on her.]