[ In the split second before Connor smiles and reaches out, Arenvald feels like his heart is liable to beat its way right out of his chest. A dozen “what ifs” fly though his head in that single moment, none of them good, but they do not come to pass.
He laughs a little, a sound that is still slightly nervous at the edges though he tries his best to mask it. ]
It’s alright. I know you were just trying to help.
[ Even though it most certainly was awkward – though that’s mostly his own fault, he thinks, for not being able to keep his cool when confronted with Connor’s extreme straightforwardness. This is a bit better, now that he can actually see Connor’s face.
Connor slips his hand into Arenvald’s in a way that is very… Connor, and Arenvald cannot help but shift his grip a bit, lacing their fingers together instead. He would wager this feels even better than Connor’s gentle touch on the back of his neck, but that could very well be due to who he’s holding hands with as much as it is the fact that they’re, well, holding hands. ]
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He laughs a little, a sound that is still slightly nervous at the edges though he tries his best to mask it. ]
It’s alright. I know you were just trying to help.
[ Even though it most certainly was awkward – though that’s mostly his own fault, he thinks, for not being able to keep his cool when confronted with Connor’s extreme straightforwardness. This is a bit better, now that he can actually see Connor’s face.
Connor slips his hand into Arenvald’s in a way that is very… Connor, and Arenvald cannot help but shift his grip a bit, lacing their fingers together instead. He would wager this feels even better than Connor’s gentle touch on the back of his neck, but that could very well be due to who he’s holding hands with as much as it is the fact that they’re, well, holding hands. ]
Well, uh… what do you think?