[Jimmy doesn't always know how to fall silent, doesn't always know how to let himself stop talking and to just concentrate on the moment, on the calm, on the movements rather than on their voices, but he seems to manage it just fine, here. Maybe it's because he's afraid she's going to ask him question that he doesn't particularly want to answer (ones that will certainly break the mood, at the very least) or maybe it's because he knows that if he speaks, he'll undoubtedly ask her more questions that'll make her uncomfortable. It just seems to be what he does. It's not intentional, it's just inherent.
When the song ends, he's surprised to find that she doesn't draw away from him right away, though he's not at all surprised to find himself pleased by that fact. Yes, the fact that she's undeniably beautiful has a great deal to do with it -- he'd be stupid to tell himself otherwise -- but so does the fact that he's fascinated by her. There's something delicate about her, and yet...
And yet what? Maybe he's just trying to read mystery into a situation where there is none. Still, the fact that he'd found her sitting out here alone is enough to make him think there's more to her than meets the eye. He can't quite put his finger on it.]
'n I'm a terrible liar.
[Funny, how that could be taken a couple different ways. A bad liar, or terrible because he lies all the time, either way. She can take it how she wants.]
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When the song ends, he's surprised to find that she doesn't draw away from him right away, though he's not at all surprised to find himself pleased by that fact. Yes, the fact that she's undeniably beautiful has a great deal to do with it -- he'd be stupid to tell himself otherwise -- but so does the fact that he's fascinated by her. There's something delicate about her, and yet...
And yet what? Maybe he's just trying to read mystery into a situation where there is none. Still, the fact that he'd found her sitting out here alone is enough to make him think there's more to her than meets the eye. He can't quite put his finger on it.]
'n I'm a terrible liar.
[Funny, how that could be taken a couple different ways. A bad liar, or terrible because he lies all the time, either way. She can take it how she wants.]
Your dancin' ain't half bad, either.