[ A click of her tongue and a slight side eye are the only signs of what she thinks of his own attempt at a joke. Apparently he had been spending just as much time around Claude as she had. But it's a signal to her that not all hope is lost yet. He's still the ridiculous, dumb Sylvain that she cares for, that inexplicably sends her heart racing.
She focuses on the bowl of water, on the methodical work of cleaning, of caring. The water turns a murky light brown and she can’t help but think it's a trick of the mind like how the dishonest light of day streaming in is trying to make this all normal. Before she can bring the cloth to his face again the heat radiating from Sylvain's hands encircles her wrist causing her to pause.
Something deep inside her blooms at the same time that colour reaches across her cheeks at his words. A deflection is the first thing on her tongue, something that would only hint at the anxiety she's been feeling. But the gentleness he's showing her, the tenderness in his gaze shakes the thoughts loose. Her free hand finds his other hand, fingers intertwining loosely with his. The laugh this time is soft, just like her gaze that stays trained on him as if she's trying to commit all of his features to memory. ]
You must have missed me so much that it shot you right here. [ A beat. ] I missed you too.
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She focuses on the bowl of water, on the methodical work of cleaning, of caring. The water turns a murky light brown and she can’t help but think it's a trick of the mind like how the dishonest light of day streaming in is trying to make this all normal. Before she can bring the cloth to his face again the heat radiating from Sylvain's hands encircles her wrist causing her to pause.
Something deep inside her blooms at the same time that colour reaches across her cheeks at his words. A deflection is the first thing on her tongue, something that would only hint at the anxiety she's been feeling. But the gentleness he's showing her, the tenderness in his gaze shakes the thoughts loose. Her free hand finds his other hand, fingers intertwining loosely with his. The laugh this time is soft, just like her gaze that stays trained on him as if she's trying to commit all of his features to memory. ]
You must have missed me so much that it shot you right here. [ A beat. ] I missed you too.