[Leaning back on the bench with arms crossed over his chest, he continues to stare and watch her. The way her face changed was not lost to him, nor how she still doesn't look at him.]
Your guarded posture, frequent hesitation, you can't even look at me without turning away. How else should I interpret it?
[And it's something he's quite used to. So much so that he was never really bothered by it because it made it easier for him to be alone as he preferred. Which is why her doing the same now, whether intended or not, and it actually bothering him a bit is...new.]
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[Leaning back on the bench with arms crossed over his chest, he continues to stare and watch her. The way her face changed was not lost to him, nor how she still doesn't look at him.]
Your guarded posture, frequent hesitation, you can't even look at me without turning away. How else should I interpret it?
[And it's something he's quite used to. So much so that he was never really bothered by it because it made it easier for him to be alone as he preferred. Which is why her doing the same now, whether intended or not, and it actually bothering him a bit is...new.]