[ A little heavily, slowly, with great care and mindfulness—he brings his arms up to loop around her in return. Quieted by that, like it's a very sobering sort of thing, a very important sort of thing, and he doesn't want to get it wrong.
It's weird. Once he would have been so high strung and fidgeted to, well.. "exchange" seems a terrible word to describe this. It's like trying to slap a label on "breathing" that's entirely wrong and calls all the wrong sort of attention to something so natural and a part of who they are. Why draw so much attention to it? It's gauche.
(Sensing someone's soul and knowing yours is sensed too. Intimacy of the highest sort, and so very ironically the kind that Allen doesn't bat an eye at.)
But he sags just slightly at that, relaxing inasmuch as some of the tension that's always in his shoulders bleeds off a little, and it's more to embrace her properly back so it's less awkward. Something warm and secure, apologetic, as his eyes hood a touch guilty and he looks over the crown of her head at nothing in particular.
Not unlike earlier, when she fell.
(Her hair tickles his mouth a bit this time though.)
2/2
[ A little heavily, slowly, with great care and mindfulness—he brings his arms up to loop around her in return. Quieted by that, like it's a very sobering sort of thing, a very important sort of thing, and he doesn't want to get it wrong.
It's weird. Once he would have been so high strung and fidgeted to, well.. "exchange" seems a terrible word to describe this. It's like trying to slap a label on "breathing" that's entirely wrong and calls all the wrong sort of attention to something so natural and a part of who they are. Why draw so much attention to it? It's gauche.
(Sensing someone's soul and knowing yours is sensed too. Intimacy of the highest sort, and so very ironically the kind that Allen doesn't bat an eye at.)
But he sags just slightly at that, relaxing inasmuch as some of the tension that's always in his shoulders bleeds off a little, and it's more to embrace her properly back so it's less awkward. Something warm and secure, apologetic, as his eyes hood a touch guilty and he looks over the crown of her head at nothing in particular.
Not unlike earlier, when she fell.
(Her hair tickles his mouth a bit this time though.)
Mm. ] Aa..
Sorry.