[ Even though she can quite plainly tell that he’s joking about labelling themselves as a couple, it doesn’t stop her flustered reaction and causes her heart to skip a beat. It’s a strange reaction, one that she can’t help but feel mildly exasperated towards considering that there’s barely begun to be a them and that there hadn’t really been a them in the romantic sense before this either. Getting worked up over such a small thing, inconsequential thing is hardly her style. So is trying not to let her heart get ahead of itself.
Jumping to conclusions, to labels, to everything they had done before is what they had just agreed not to do. Getting her hopes up about a silly joke, an attempt at levity, will only serve to be counterproductive. She attempts to claw back some of semblance of normal — whatever normal looked like now that is.
…Which apparently looks like a gentle shove that really only amounts to a light pressure against his chest punctuated with a groan. ]
I’m not explaining that to them. Maybe we should just stick to the roommate story.
[ Her scrambled attempt at dissuading the spa attendant hadn’t been forgotten and she hopes that he’ll find it funny. In hindsight it shouldn’t matter what anyone - the spa attendants, others around them - thought they were. There’s comfort in just knowing that she and Claude have come to an understanding. That they’re okay despite whatever may come next. Her gaze rises to his again, her hand never wavering from the place above his heart. ]
I missed you.
[ She missed them - but that feels like it goes without saying. It’s palpable, lingering in the silence that follows, in the way she looks at him. ]
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Jumping to conclusions, to labels, to everything they had done before is what they had just agreed not to do. Getting her hopes up about a silly joke, an attempt at levity, will only serve to be counterproductive. She attempts to claw back some of semblance of normal — whatever normal looked like now that is.
…Which apparently looks like a gentle shove that really only amounts to a light pressure against his chest punctuated with a groan. ]
I’m not explaining that to them. Maybe we should just stick to the roommate story.
[ Her scrambled attempt at dissuading the spa attendant hadn’t been forgotten and she hopes that he’ll find it funny. In hindsight it shouldn’t matter what anyone - the spa attendants, others around them - thought they were. There’s comfort in just knowing that she and Claude have come to an understanding. That they’re okay despite whatever may come next. Her gaze rises to his again, her hand never wavering from the place above his heart. ]
I missed you.
[ She missed them - but that feels like it goes without saying. It’s palpable, lingering in the silence that follows, in the way she looks at him. ]