[She takes a swig from her glass to hide the fact that his laugh almost instinctually has her swallowing hard again. She's...adjusting, though. For some reason, he's being kind to her, and the laugh is something she's reminding herself to appreciate. A happy sound. A good sound. A good sound that paves the way for words that are slowly bringing her more out of her withdrawn state.
Instinctually, she puts her hand into her longer bangs and turns red. Were those the only options? Either of them would be embarrassing to say... She isn't aware enough of herself to keep away the deep frown.]
...Hnh. ...Jus-just -- like it. I-I'unno. Um, y-you don't...have to compliment me, or -- whatever.
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Instinctually, she puts her hand into her longer bangs and turns red. Were those the only options? Either of them would be embarrassing to say... She isn't aware enough of herself to keep away the deep frown.]
...Hnh. ...Jus-just -- like it. I-I'unno. Um, y-you don't...have to compliment me, or -- whatever.