[He sounds legitimately surprised, maybe even a little concerned, because the tears on her eyelashes are so obvious, because the way her lip is trembling worries him. It's not her embarrassment he's thinking of, nor her humiliation, though if he were thinking more clearly, he might realize, of course, that she'd feel uncomfortable about being so emotional in front of someone she barely knows -- all he cares about is making sure she feels alright, making sure that this hasn't somehow upset her in a way he can't quite understand.
And yet, he's still surprised by what she says, because...]
You should be kissed like that.
[There's firm assurance in his voice, the kind that can only come from stating something very honestly. If her husband doesn't kiss her that way, he thinks, then her husband must be very stupid, or very unpleasant, or both. Of course, he's already suspected that, considering that her husband is nowhere to be found -- or maybe he's just trying to make himself feel better by making her conveniently missing husband into the villain.]
You should be kissed like that all the time. But maybe not in a place like this.
[It's the smoothest segue he can think of, the best way he can suggest without outright suggesting that they go somewhere else. He'd like to, but he's not sure she would. He knows -- can tell, just by looking at her, by the way her face looks -- that she's still conflicted.]
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[He sounds legitimately surprised, maybe even a little concerned, because the tears on her eyelashes are so obvious, because the way her lip is trembling worries him. It's not her embarrassment he's thinking of, nor her humiliation, though if he were thinking more clearly, he might realize, of course, that she'd feel uncomfortable about being so emotional in front of someone she barely knows -- all he cares about is making sure she feels alright, making sure that this hasn't somehow upset her in a way he can't quite understand.
And yet, he's still surprised by what she says, because...]
You should be kissed like that.
[There's firm assurance in his voice, the kind that can only come from stating something very honestly. If her husband doesn't kiss her that way, he thinks, then her husband must be very stupid, or very unpleasant, or both. Of course, he's already suspected that, considering that her husband is nowhere to be found -- or maybe he's just trying to make himself feel better by making her conveniently missing husband into the villain.]
You should be kissed like that all the time. But maybe not in a place like this.
[It's the smoothest segue he can think of, the best way he can suggest without outright suggesting that they go somewhere else. He'd like to, but he's not sure she would. He knows -- can tell, just by looking at her, by the way her face looks -- that she's still conflicted.]