[He keeps his hands reassuringly on her shoulders, this closeness still not something he's used to, but isn't about to turn down. Right now it's nice and comforting. Warm. And... soft.
It's her words that finally get his attention, though they only make his imagination wander further. Far enough that he practically trips over his (eager) response.]
Uh... s-sure. [all with a small, sheepish smile] It is getting kind of chilly.
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It's her words that finally get his attention, though they only make his imagination wander further. Far enough that he practically trips over his (eager) response.]
Uh... s-sure. [all with a small, sheepish smile] It is getting kind of chilly.