[He scoffs quietly at that, turning her hand in his and lifting it to press it to his lips before she can misinterpret the sound as a refusal.]
Please. "Putting up with you" isn't the way I'd phrase that. Not at all. But... haha, yeah. I'm definitely still willing.
[He offers up a smile - hopeful, no pressure, but obviously pleased at this chance. It's been hard, waiting to see what happens, how she feels, especially when there'd been no lengthy separation to make it feel as if he'd really lost her. She'd been gone for all of a single morning and it was as if they'd had some terrible fight, one that left them both cold and confused and distant. Allies or old friends or something much less personal than he was used to.
It's not what it used to be, he knows that, but... maybe someday.]
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Please. "Putting up with you" isn't the way I'd phrase that. Not at all. But... haha, yeah. I'm definitely still willing.
[He offers up a smile - hopeful, no pressure, but obviously pleased at this chance. It's been hard, waiting to see what happens, how she feels, especially when there'd been no lengthy separation to make it feel as if he'd really lost her. She'd been gone for all of a single morning and it was as if they'd had some terrible fight, one that left them both cold and confused and distant. Allies or old friends or something much less personal than he was used to.
It's not what it used to be, he knows that, but... maybe someday.]