[She's glad for it, though. With how difficult things had been at the beginning, the change in his tone was a relief. He'd been accepting and encouraging, but there had been this little sheen over the top of it that made interacting with him completely intimidating. It's definitely still...hard. For instance, all this keeping track of her feet has her struggling to keep herself from asking how many foot fetishists he'd run into so far. She wants to know, but does she really want to know? Does she really want him to know she wants to know? But she doesn't feel quite as much like praying for death if it happens to slip out, and that's progress. He'd probably just answer her.
The question still catches her offguard, though, to the point that she comes to a complete stop and stares dumbly at his arm. Huh? Oh. Uhhh. Her face is hot again. Words, words... How does she open her mouth and limit it to a metaphorical car crash instead of a metaphorical trainwreck... Ryder jumps a little as someone impatiently pushes through on her other side. She shuffles closer to Teo and starts walking again.]
Um. ...M'okay. Um. [Like, she isn't the most graceful person...and it would probably hit her soon. But it also wasn't enough to make her drunk, she's pretty sure. Plus, looking down when she walks is pretty normal for her, given how much she hates the possibility of meeting someone's eyes and opening a pit to hell, which is absolutely what would happen. So... He doesn't have to...
...Would it be nice to take his arm? Or would it just make her want to scratch her skin off?
Biting down on her lip, Ryder very hesitantly shifts the weight of her food to one arm, tugs at the strap of her clutch, and mentally kicks at the nerves squiggling around her brain and stomach. Her hand is definitely sweaty again. It's a good thing, then, that she's looping her arm with his. Except that feels awkward. Aughhh, she's so unsure. How did girls in movies do this? Mumbled,] Sorry...
[She still looks down at her feet.]
L-like, um... You t-t-talking. [Though...] M's'posed...practice. But I -- but I, um, don't kn-know how...to.
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[She's glad for it, though. With how difficult things had been at the beginning, the change in his tone was a relief. He'd been accepting and encouraging, but there had been this little sheen over the top of it that made interacting with him completely intimidating. It's definitely still...hard. For instance, all this keeping track of her feet has her struggling to keep herself from asking how many foot fetishists he'd run into so far. She wants to know, but does she really want to know? Does she really want him to know she wants to know? But she doesn't feel quite as much like praying for death if it happens to slip out, and that's progress. He'd probably just answer her.
The question still catches her offguard, though, to the point that she comes to a complete stop and stares dumbly at his arm. Huh? Oh. Uhhh. Her face is hot again. Words, words... How does she open her mouth and limit it to a metaphorical car crash instead of a metaphorical trainwreck... Ryder jumps a little as someone impatiently pushes through on her other side. She shuffles closer to Teo and starts walking again.]
Um. ...M'okay. Um. [Like, she isn't the most graceful person...and it would probably hit her soon. But it also wasn't enough to make her drunk, she's pretty sure. Plus, looking down when she walks is pretty normal for her, given how much she hates the possibility of meeting someone's eyes and opening a pit to hell, which is absolutely what would happen. So... He doesn't have to...
...Would it be nice to take his arm? Or would it just make her want to scratch her skin off?
Biting down on her lip, Ryder very hesitantly shifts the weight of her food to one arm, tugs at the strap of her clutch, and mentally kicks at the nerves squiggling around her brain and stomach. Her hand is definitely sweaty again. It's a good thing, then, that she's looping her arm with his. Except that feels awkward. Aughhh, she's so unsure. How did girls in movies do this? Mumbled,] Sorry...
[She still looks down at her feet.]
L-like, um... You t-t-talking. [Though...] M's'posed...practice. But I -- but I, um, don't kn-know how...to.