[The impulse is there, of course, to start withdrawing again. There's only so long that Rohan can sit with these feelings — or more accurately, the expression of them — before his skin starts to crawl uncomfortably and he begins to want the protection afforded to him through his prickly demeanor. And everything right now feels particularly raw and vulnerable, but he tamps down on that impulse because Reimi's probably not that much better off than he is right now. While he's generally okay with minor injuries to her and able to look away, he thinks right now even a minor comment would be enough to cut deeper than he intends.]
[So, it takes a moment. In that moment, he wrestles with every impulse he has, but he manages to get control of it before he starts to feel a little nauseous. And then he nods.]
[She nods a little, slowly, and tries to spare him some dilemma by being the first to draw away instead. It's hard; deep down it's the exact opposite of what she really wants, which is to throw herself at him and hold on tight again. But it's been about her for long enough already, and the whole point of who they are is that there's an ever-shifting equilibrium, back and forth between the two of them. He's been strong for her; now she needs to do the same in return.
So she draws back, but whimsically keeps hold of his hand as it comes away from his shoulder, curling just the tips of their fingers together in a last slight attempt to keep from breaking away entirely.
After one last slow swallow, she finds her voice again, mercifully steady despite the potential for it to shake.]
Okay. Me too.
[She nods again, this time following through on her attempt to reach up and wipe her face dry.]
C-C'mon. It's getting pretty late, and I haven't even gotten to show you my surprise yet...
[And once they make it there, she will: the warehouse-turned-nightclub that she's taken for her own, and the work that she's done over time toward restoring it to a fun and happening place to be.]
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[So, it takes a moment. In that moment, he wrestles with every impulse he has, but he manages to get control of it before he starts to feel a little nauseous. And then he nods.]
I promise.
[He can't risk say anything further than that.]
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So she draws back, but whimsically keeps hold of his hand as it comes away from his shoulder, curling just the tips of their fingers together in a last slight attempt to keep from breaking away entirely.
After one last slow swallow, she finds her voice again, mercifully steady despite the potential for it to shake.]
Okay. Me too.
[She nods again, this time following through on her attempt to reach up and wipe her face dry.]
C-C'mon. It's getting pretty late, and I haven't even gotten to show you my surprise yet...
[And once they make it there, she will: the warehouse-turned-nightclub that she's taken for her own, and the work that she's done over time toward restoring it to a fun and happening place to be.]