[His silence only makes it harder for her, and it takes every ounce of restraint she has not to shift uncomfortably in the middle of it. So she remains still, hardly breathing as she awaits his answer, and he'll probably feel some of that tension easing out of her as soon as it comes.
And she doesn't need to look at him to know the sort of look he's wearing. She can hear it in his voice and feel it in the way it makes her heart flutter. Enough that she partly regrets asking.]
You look leagues better than you did before.
[A light joke with the hopes that it will pull her a little further away from those feelings, as her arms tighten around his shoulders.]
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And she doesn't need to look at him to know the sort of look he's wearing. She can hear it in his voice and feel it in the way it makes her heart flutter. Enough that she partly regrets asking.]
You look leagues better than you did before.
[A light joke with the hopes that it will pull her a little further away from those feelings, as her arms tighten around his shoulders.]