Also shushed, for once in his life. He shut up immediately the moment the moment she put her finger against his lips, eyes fluttering wide in — not comic alarm, actually. Surprise, but he's also more sobered by the gesture and suddenly paying a lot more attention than that. ]
...There isn't anything wrong with it. [ At all. And as far as battles to save the world, he'd rather this sort of "fighting" than one that destroys lives. For sure.
Softer and calmer that he sounds though, he's also a touch hesitant. This is not a comfortable sort of conversation to have with anyone, let alone with a girl who's still holding his hand. It's not that he's really thinks twice or thinks there's anything wrong in the act of taking someone's hand? He's a prude(ish ... it's hit and miss) but not that sort of a prude. At all, if he's that comfortable around someone or he wants to reassure them he will freely do it without a moment of being self-conscious. It's when it's the idea of talking about it or putting it on display as a Big Deal that he gets uncomfortable. ]
Not at all. It's admirable. [ Even if to Allen it's always less about saving the world, and more about saving the person who's right in front of him. One after another after another. ] It's just—
[ He hesitates again, expression a bit cloudy (a bit sullen maybe, too) as he looks down at their hands. It's a bit easier that way. ]
To me, the most important thing in the world, the thing that binds us— it's the way people feel about each other. The bonds they have, telling someone "welcome home"... everything in the world happens because of that. Even the most terrible things, so often they happen because someone felt so deeply for someone that they grieve and can't let them go. [ The creation of an akuma. ] And expressing that, even if it's just by reaching out to someone to tell them "it's okay"—
[ Even if a little unsure still, he presses his thumb gently to her. A simple, light squeeze that's grounding. ]
...it's important. Just because of what it is. [ He breathes out finally. A final sort of sigh, like he's collected himself fully again, or shedding some invisible weight. And he smiles gently at her. Warmly, a beautiful sort of smile, but— ]
1/2 scream, PHRASING
Also shushed, for once in his life. He shut up immediately the moment the moment she put her finger against his lips, eyes fluttering wide in — not comic alarm, actually. Surprise, but he's also more sobered by the gesture and suddenly paying a lot more attention than that. ]
...There isn't anything wrong with it. [ At all. And as far as battles to save the world, he'd rather this sort of "fighting" than one that destroys lives. For sure.
Softer and calmer that he sounds though, he's also a touch hesitant. This is not a comfortable sort of conversation to have with anyone, let alone with a girl who's still holding his hand. It's not that he's really thinks twice or thinks there's anything wrong in the act of taking someone's hand? He's a prude(ish ... it's hit and miss) but not that sort of a prude. At all, if he's that comfortable around someone or he wants to reassure them he will freely do it without a moment of being self-conscious. It's when it's the idea of talking about it or putting it on display as a Big Deal that he gets uncomfortable. ]
Not at all. It's admirable. [ Even if to Allen it's always less about saving the world, and more about saving the person who's right in front of him. One after another after another. ] It's just—
[ He hesitates again, expression a bit cloudy (a bit sullen maybe, too) as he looks down at their hands. It's a bit easier that way. ]
To me, the most important thing in the world, the thing that binds us— it's the way people feel about each other. The bonds they have, telling someone "welcome home"... everything in the world happens because of that. Even the most terrible things, so often they happen because someone felt so deeply for someone that they grieve and can't let them go. [ The creation of an akuma. ] And expressing that, even if it's just by reaching out to someone to tell them "it's okay"—
[ Even if a little unsure still, he presses his thumb gently to her. A simple, light squeeze that's grounding. ]
...it's important. Just because of what it is. [ He breathes out finally. A final sort of sigh, like he's collected himself fully again, or shedding some invisible weight. And he smiles gently at her. Warmly, a beautiful sort of smile, but— ]