[The weight of the silence between them is worrying. Did he say something wrong? Is it an answer she didn't want to hear? Echo leans back a little as a means to give her some space, only stopping when she thanks him.
The second she tries to stand, he rises with her, hands slipping away from hers, not yet dropping down to his sides. Literally grounding her is what he does, what he doesn't consciously notice when she leans in for the kiss.
Whatever reply he has in mind, whatever thoughts occupy that space -- it's simply gone.
Hesitation is fleeting. His hands find her again, resting on her waist as he reciprocates.]
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The second she tries to stand, he rises with her, hands slipping away from hers, not yet dropping down to his sides. Literally grounding her is what he does, what he doesn't consciously notice when she leans in for the kiss.
Whatever reply he has in mind, whatever thoughts occupy that space -- it's simply gone.
Hesitation is fleeting. His hands find her again, resting on her waist as he reciprocates.]