[His eyebrows raise when her hand settles on his cheek, the soft gesture stirring up more of those feelings in him. Albeit, they do not compare to what those words do to him! He can feel the red heat in his cheeks from it, and he wishes he could turn away—but the cold ice pack on his neck (which is chilling him despite the damn quilt) does well to remind him to hold still.
So here he is, forced to stare at her with his cheeks ruddy with affection and fluster, like a damn love-struck fool!]
...Yeah?
[He almost sounds uncertain about that, yet there's some clear hopefulness to the tone too. She's hardly the only one with uncertainties. Even with how much he fronts that confident and egotistical persona of his, his self esteem and confidence is utter shit. Yet, he doesn't feel as fearful to let the facade slip with her.
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So here he is, forced to stare at her with his cheeks ruddy with affection and fluster, like a damn love-struck fool!]
...Yeah?
[He almost sounds uncertain about that, yet there's some clear hopefulness to the tone too. She's hardly the only one with uncertainties. Even with how much he fronts that confident and egotistical persona of his, his self esteem and confidence is utter shit. Yet, he doesn't feel as fearful to let the facade slip with her.
He feels safe around her.]