[Her confusion and her sudden realization strike him as somewhere between oddly sweet and oddly sad, but no matter how he slices it, it's utterly incomprehensible. What had she thought they'd come here for? Had that been why she'd asked whether he loved her? Had she really thought they could love each other after so short of a period of time? He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he thought, given enough time, he could, because he can already feel that affection for her, something that goes beyond just sex, but...
She sounds so distressed, not as though she's feigning her upset, not as though she's teasing him, but as though she's really, truly horrified. And the way she draws her hands away from him, the burrow on her brow and the downturn to her lips, that all sums up something akin to... disappointment? Fear?
Her voice strikes him as almost heartbreaking, and he wants to comfort her, but he's not quite sure how.]
I thought we wanted the same thing.
[Because he'd really thought, when he'd brought her here, that they'd been on the same page. That, although she was somewhat shy, somewhat timid, somewhat naive, she had the same basic idea of what coming to a hotel like this meant, of what his kisses had meant. Apparently, he'd been wrong.
Still, he doesn't step away, not entirely. Instead, his hand reaches out to stroke her cheek again, and this time, he makes sure to keep the touch affectionate but not heated, gentle but not at all passionate. All it could be described as is, truly, 'romantic.' Maybe even 'loving,' if that's what someone wants to read into it.]
I don't wanna hurt you. I only wanna make you happy.
[That's true, too, but what will make each of them happy might be very different things, it seems.]
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[Her confusion and her sudden realization strike him as somewhere between oddly sweet and oddly sad, but no matter how he slices it, it's utterly incomprehensible. What had she thought they'd come here for? Had that been why she'd asked whether he loved her? Had she really thought they could love each other after so short of a period of time? He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he thought, given enough time, he could, because he can already feel that affection for her, something that goes beyond just sex, but...
She sounds so distressed, not as though she's feigning her upset, not as though she's teasing him, but as though she's really, truly horrified. And the way she draws her hands away from him, the burrow on her brow and the downturn to her lips, that all sums up something akin to... disappointment? Fear?
Her voice strikes him as almost heartbreaking, and he wants to comfort her, but he's not quite sure how.]
I thought we wanted the same thing.
[Because he'd really thought, when he'd brought her here, that they'd been on the same page. That, although she was somewhat shy, somewhat timid, somewhat naive, she had the same basic idea of what coming to a hotel like this meant, of what his kisses had meant. Apparently, he'd been wrong.
Still, he doesn't step away, not entirely. Instead, his hand reaches out to stroke her cheek again, and this time, he makes sure to keep the touch affectionate but not heated, gentle but not at all passionate. All it could be described as is, truly, 'romantic.' Maybe even 'loving,' if that's what someone wants to read into it.]
I don't wanna hurt you. I only wanna make you happy.
[That's true, too, but what will make each of them happy might be very different things, it seems.]