[He's happy, happier than he's been in a long, long time here, but the instinctual reaction to her giggles, small as they may be, is that they're directed at him mockingly.
But then he actually looks at her face, and that anxiety fades away instantly. She's smiling, actually smiling about their mutual confession. If he was dumbstruck before, now he's completely fixated on watching her with that same red, befuddled expression.
(She's so cute, how the hell is a usual stiff-face like her so goddamn cute when she smiles.)
It's weird- even if they were sitting behind the gym after skipping class on a normal fall day, he'd still feel like he shouldn't be the one seeing this or hearing this from a cute girl. Or any girl, for that matter. Here, where even the inside of this dingy apartment is half destroyed in comparison to the world outside, it's just straight up bizarre that they're talking about liking each other... and feeling this happy about it.
He knows it's a stupid idea objectively, when everything could be overturned the very next day and who the hell knows what'll happen by next month, but goddamn if he doesn't feel actually and truly happy for the first time since arriving here.
After admiring staring at her for longer than he should, he finally regains some ability to speak.]
...It's dumb, 'cause nothing's normal here and we could be sent back anytime, but are you-
[He can already feel how lame he's going to sound saying this, but damn him if he doesn't have any experience or knowledge on how to proceed after recognition of mutual Feelings.]
You're sayin' you want to be-- Tch, you know, together, right?
[Yep. Lame. But what else to call it when "dating" sounds so foreign and strange here?]
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[He's happy, happier than he's been in a long, long time here, but the instinctual reaction to her giggles, small as they may be, is that they're directed at him mockingly.
But then he actually looks at her face, and that anxiety fades away instantly. She's smiling, actually smiling about their mutual confession. If he was dumbstruck before, now he's completely fixated on watching her with that same red, befuddled expression.
(She's so cute, how the hell is a usual stiff-face like her so goddamn cute when she smiles.)
It's weird- even if they were sitting behind the gym after skipping class on a normal fall day, he'd still feel like he shouldn't be the one seeing this or hearing this from a cute girl. Or any girl, for that matter. Here, where even the inside of this dingy apartment is half destroyed in comparison to the world outside, it's just straight up bizarre that they're talking about liking each other... and feeling this happy about it.
He knows it's a stupid idea objectively, when everything could be overturned the very next day and who the hell knows what'll happen by next month, but goddamn if he doesn't feel actually and truly happy for the first time since arriving here.
After
admiringstaring at her for longer than he should, he finally regains some ability to speak.]...It's dumb, 'cause nothing's normal here and we could be sent back anytime, but are you-
[He can already feel how lame he's going to sound saying this, but damn him if he doesn't have any experience or knowledge on how to proceed after recognition of mutual Feelings.]
You're sayin' you want to be-- Tch, you know, together, right?
[Yep. Lame. But what else to call it when "dating" sounds so foreign and strange here?]