[She's going to allow this. She's going to let him close, but in a way that feels safer, maybe. His own breath is shakey with nervous as he repeats after her.]
Spoons...
[Does this change what they are? Was he ever sure what they were? He can't recall if they'd even declared each other friends. He sets the comb aside whilst she slip away too, feeling the lack of her acutely. She apologizes and she shakes his head.]
Nothing to... be sorry for...
[She bundles up and lays herself down. He hesitates a moment too, his own embarrassment catching up at last, along with his nerves. But he lays down behind her, settling himself before he reaches out. His arm drapes over and pulls her in. He settles his forehead against the back of her and closes his eyes, just... feeling this.]
Don't... say anything... too nice... I'm... trying not to cry...
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Spoons...
[Does this change what they are? Was he ever sure what they were? He can't recall if they'd even declared each other friends. He sets the comb aside whilst she slip away too, feeling the lack of her acutely. She apologizes and she shakes his head.]
Nothing to... be sorry for...
[She bundles up and lays herself down. He hesitates a moment too, his own embarrassment catching up at last, along with his nerves. But he lays down behind her, settling himself before he reaches out. His arm drapes over and pulls her in. He settles his forehead against the back of her and closes his eyes, just... feeling this.]
Don't... say anything... too nice... I'm... trying not to cry...